is no longer with us.
The horrific event occurred last Thursday.
Nate (or Scoot, as we had taken to calling him every now and again) was coming home for just a few minutes before heading out for the evening. It was a perfect Fall day and as he rode Ruby or Shiny Red, he was thinking about how he loved being out on the bike on days like this one.
He was wearing his new birthday clothes (his birthday was the week before) and letting the wind whip through his hair. Greyley and I had fussed at him about this countless times, but to no avail, he rarely wore his helmet. He was almost home (with Cossetta’s! God’s perfect food!) when a little teenage ninny who’s only had her license for 2 weeks pulled out right in front of him. He had to brake…hard and fast…and went sliding down the highway quite a long way.
The girl had friends in the car and she failed to yield, so she was given two citations. Nate’s birthday clothes were ripped and his side scraped, bruised and torn raw. But he got up and walked away. His face came close to the car’s wheel, but he did not touch it. No bones were broken.
He is very, VERY sore.
He is very, very SAD about Shiny Red.
He is alive and kicking.
We are very grateful.
