Watching the regional news on Monday night I saw and heard a flash of the unveiling of a placque for a man who had been killed with his family, his wife and two teenage children, in a car crash last November. Just in those few seconds I realised I have known this man, and I didn't know about what happened to him. The item has been haunting me, and I’m not sure why. I knew the man slightly, he was involved in one of my projects and I met him only a few times. He seemed like a nice man, young, lively, driven, ambitious, dedicated.
It is such a weird idea that this man has gone, and that his whole family were killed with him, two generations gone in a second. The other thing that I find hard to understand is that I didn’t even know, and he was killed almost a year ago. Have I been so unobservant, or don’t my colleagues know either? You read or hear these stories of accidents, young people or families getting killed, but now I can put a face to the story. That is on my mind and I can’t seem to shake it.
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