Death

I was supposed to be back in Colorado Monday night, five days ago.

My dad was supposed to be home Saturday morning, seven days ago. My brother and his wife were driving down to help us celebrate my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary that night.

Instead, my dad did not return home. He was killed, on his bicycle, by a driver who apparently thought that his hand signal to turn left meant, “pass me.” He apparently began to turn left and the driver sped up to go around him, apparently.

I’m still at my parents’ house. I won’t be back in Colorado for another week.