We were driving to a funeral and we drove past a dead body. Truth.
He had just jumped off a freeway overpass and landed on the left shoulder, missing both the center divider and the oncoming traffic.
It had happened mere minutes earlier. One motorcycle officer was slowing traffic and another was just stepping away from the body. I presume he had checked for vitals and was now going to get a covering.
I have been haunted nightly by the face of this poor desperate man. I finally found a news article which released more information He was 44, from Texas, and loved drag racing. There was a nice picture. I grieve for his family.
We attended the funeral of a kind, sweet man, with an infectious laugh, who we had known for over 40 years.
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