After rowing on Wednesday morning, he was riding down one of the city streets when he collided with an SUV. He was dragged 15 feet under the vehicle and sustained severe injuries. It's not known for sure what caused the collision, but E. was an expert cyclist. Possibly, he swerved to avoid a pothole. He didn't regain consciousness.
It's hard to explain what a good guy he was--enthusiastic about everything, intelligent, active in the community, and so knowledgeable about boats. Ironically, he has advocated for safer roadways on behalf of cyclists.
The last time I saw him, we had a good row and were in a festive mood. His daughter was there and he was teaching her to row. His little girl was the light of his life. I am wondering how a mother goes about telling her child that her beloved father is dead and won't be with her in this life. I cannot imagine such sadness.
I think somehow about how life and death play out in a split second. Maybe if the traffic light had been delayed, maybe if the driver had slowed down, maybe if there had been a slit second difference in timing due to some variable, he might still be alive. It comes down to fate or something much deeper that none of us understand.
All I know is a bright light has been extinguished.