He really was a beautiful young man, in every way. It's funny, the circles life's road takes sometimes. As I write this column, I think back to this time last week. A friend of mine at work, Bob Bruck, had suggested I write a column about the tragedy of Dale Earnhardt's death. How unprepared we always are.
Life is so fragile, death is so final.
I didn't do it. I was casually sorry about Earnhardt's passing, but it just didn't mean that much to me. A week later, Bob was the photographer at the accident scene, shooting pictures of a loss much closer to home. A family is devastated with grief. A mother leans on the arms of Jesus.