The first warm spring day calls us out to come and play.
Bikes are dusted off to ride, but chains unhinged forces us to have to step aside.
Our favourite neighbour comes to help, quick quick the street awaits…but this driveway holds our truer fate.
No time to turn, no time to run because an older boy in his ride, along with his pride, are about to collide.
Our destinies forever intertwined.
It’s too late for us, but please don’t cry, our few years have been joyful, so please, hold your head up high.
From up above we shall take good care of all those we love, so don’t despair.
Pray even for that older boy, for his intentions were not from malice, he may have just spent too much time in his palace.
Hearts will change forever, but lessons will remain.
Slow down on those roads on a sunny day, for little boys and girls also have a right to play.
As emotions run high and tears stream down, I dedicate this blog to a little boy and a little girl in my neighbourhood who lost their lives yesterday just standing on their driveway. On a warm sunny spring day he and his sister were on their driveway waiting to go for a bike ride as their neighbour was busy fixing their chain. Suddenly a car on the road, driven by a 16-year-old boy, lost control and collided into the 4-year-old boy, his 10-year-old sister, and the Good Samaritan neighbour. The neighbour has since been released with non-life threatening injuries. I walk these streets multiple times a day. My children—like many children in all neighbourhoods—ride their bikes, roller blade and play on the same streets. Please, let’s not make their short lives be in vain. Slow down when you drive. A few minutes late is better than taking a life, or never arriving at all.
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