Mike LoVerme
I'm still kind of processing this. It just feels so... weird. I'd known him since I met his brother in my freshmen or sophomore year in high school. He had moved into the house across the street from me after asking me my opinion on it. It was a bike accident, and from what I know it happened in the exact way that I fear would happen to me if I ever get clipped. Driving back from work today I saw his widow sitting on their steps with their kid, just losing it. I just can't imagine what his family is going through. It makes me think of what I nearly put my family through. I want to reach out to them, but I don't know what to say, and nothing I could say or do would feel appropriate.
Kate and I had a lengthy expensive chat yesterday. We were a bit more responsive and receptive than usual. I think the news made us reevaluate the fragility of our lives, the monkey wrenches fate can throw in our well oiled machines. I fell asleep texting her. I think she may have, too.
It's just been a very surreal two days so far.
Kate and I had a lengthy expensive chat yesterday. We were a bit more responsive and receptive than usual. I think the news made us reevaluate the fragility of our lives, the monkey wrenches fate can throw in our well oiled machines. I fell asleep texting her. I think she may have, too.
It's just been a very surreal two days so far.