Monday, August 30, 2010

Monday Musings

I have decided to post this photo again, I posted it years ago and yet I still keep going back to it. When I first posted it I didn't know the complete story behind the photo and have since been brought up to date.



I have been told that this cross, which is actually fixed to a roadside fencepost as is often the way over here to commemorate road side deaths, belongs to a young girl of about 8 years old who was struck and killed by a car as she was crossing the road. 

This area had been flooded when I took the above photo, and as it has been cropped here is the original site.





8 comments:

Owen said...

Sad story Saj, with a beautiful song. And good the cross was above the water, perhaps they knew the floods might come ? I cannot imagine, just really cannot imagine at all what people must go through when tragedy befalls them, a child who won't be coming home again, after years of nurturing them. A cross on a fencepost with flowers seems horribly inadequate to express an ocean of pain and grief and loss, yet it stands there in mute testimony, standing firm above the flood, whispering to the passing world of stories we hope never to have to live.

The Sagittarian said...

Owen, what a beautiful comment and I agree completely. Having recently had our own family tragedy it's certainly something that is hard to comprehend.

Steve said...

Both sad and beautiful. I shall give my little ones an even bigger hug this morning.

Tenon_Saw said...

The cross out in an expanse of water underlines the sense of loss and separation.

...louciao... said...

Trying to withstand the flood of sorrow...a brave and desperate gesture to communicate it all with a symbol of love, hope and loss. One can only hope the cleansing waters of time may ease the pain. I know it can never be washed away.

Beautiful rendition of the Dylan song.

Stickup Artist said...

There is the same tradition out here in the west. They are everywhere and it stabs the heart every time you pass one. I also was behind a van the other day that had decals on the back windows memorializing 2 young family members that were lost to gang violence.

Each and every day with our loved ones is a precious gift and the memorials serve as reminders not too take anyone or anything good for granted and to let the small things slide.

Beautiful and sensitive post.

ρομπερτ said...

There quiet a few alike places over here, only one reason why I won't be able to send me son across the street to visit his grandparents, as way too many times drivers enter the one-way road upside down and/or are speeding, others are drinking and and and. Impressive first picture indeed, music as well. Please have you all a good Tuesday.

missbehaving said...

A very sad story, I just can't imagine. We almost lost our eldest 6 years ago when she was hit by car just by our house,the driver was 92 years old. We still think about it at some point every single day.
Owen's comment is wonderful.