Today has been a tragic day. I received a phone call at 7 AM this morning from my friend, Wolverine Writer. WW was my college roommate, I was the best man at his wedding, and he runs the BooTrib store for us. Last night, at around 8:30 PM, his 20 year old daughter and her friend were broadsided by an 18-wheel truck. WW’s daughter died instantly. The last we heard, her friend was in critical condition.
I’ve known his daughter since she was seven years old. I have fond memories of taking her around New York City, showing her the Statue of Liberty, the World Trade Center, Greenwich Village, Central Park.
She was a beautiful girl, smart, sweet, inquisitive, with a good heart. She will be badly missed.
I don’t have much to say about this. Sometimes our loved ones die for no discernible reason. There is no moral component to it. It just is. And then we want to grab the world by the throat and insist it abide by some moral code, that it supply us with some reason or justification for the misfortune we encounter. And the world stares back, offering no defense.
Nicole meant the world to her father. She was one of the nicest people I have ever been fortunate enough to know. She was 20-years old and headed to a haunted house celebration.
WW wanted her to grow up to be an outstanding adult. I wanted that too.
