Thursday, October 18, 2007

Memorial for Tracey Sparling

I visited the ghost bike for Tracey Sparling today. Heaped with flowers – even more than the other night. You can hardly see the bike. It’s hard not to cry in front of it, even if you don’t know her. I wished I had vases of water for all the cut flowers to keep them alive. I wish that it could be continually replenished with dozens of fresh bouquets and more pictures of her --indefinitely into the future. Why not? It would be a way of remembering her, and also reminding people that this can happen.
She looks like the sweetest person in the world. I can think of at least ten people the planet could well do without. Why her? The hardest thing to understand in life is the death of the wrong person.

1 Comments:

At 8:40 PM, Blogger Jeff said...

Yes, very sad...even from down here! Just a few miscalculations, and lives are ruined.

How come people like Dick Cheney seem to have 9 lives? Not fair...

 

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