My youngest son is starting a job on Swan Island in Portland tomorrow and he doesn't drive.
|Logan and best friend Tom in bamboo|
Because I can't trust anymore. My blinders are off. I see all the speeding, talking/texting, swerving, unsafe lane-changing, red light and stop sign running, lack of signaling, following too closely, cutting through parking lots, etc., that people do. All people: in cars, on bikes, walking. It's like every single person out there is thinking of just one person: him or her self and their convenience. I'm even guilty of it still myself sometimes, try as I do to be different.
|Dustin, Logan and Colin 1992|
|Jenna and Logan October 2011|
Fortunately, Logan was not with me during my tearful visit to the store. I'm sure he would have felt mortified. (But hopefully touched on the inside). I know that he feels I am overly protective. Besides, what can I really do? His brother had lights, a mirror, a bell.
I don't understand how I've survived the first one. The ONLY one. The ONLY ONE. THE ONLY ONE.