It's like standing on a deserted platform

I sit in our living room and look out of the window across the lake to the distant mountain silhouetted against a hazy blue horizon. People tell me it is a beautiful view. I used to think so, too. But now all that I see is the road on the other side of the lake where our son died in a car accident, and all I can think of is the moment before his death, when he must have known that he would never see his wife or children again. He was on his way home from a medical meeting to be present …