The frailty of humanity engulfs me today.
One of the Starbucks regulars in Eagle Rock won’t be brightening the shop any more.
Was killed, to be more precise. By a careless driver.
Alan was biking through next-door Pasadena this past Thursday, apparently on his way to Denny’s for his free birthday Grand Slam breakfast.
He never made it.
The only slam he got was from the car that plowed into him while he was passing through a crosswalk.
Happy 61st birthday.
The thin film of comfort I have in this sad moment comes from what I read on his Facebook page posts from his birthday.
So many people wished him a happy birthday. And he honored the well-wishers with personal and loving words, not just a “like” click.
In his final posts, I hear joy in his voice. Happiness.
He really was loving his last day on earth
without realizing it was his last.