in my rear view mirror
Who's to know...
as I change the station on the radio.
I once heard that roadside crosses were placed as a reminder to the dead.
A reminder to move on.
The one pictured on the left is in memory of a man named Hans-Peter, who lived in our little village. We were on the road right after the accident occurred. He was hit on his motorcycle. His aunt and his mother tend to the flowers weekly. It's difficult driving by knowing the cause.
Somehow this cross and flowers are not as blurry in my rear view mirror. Hans-Peter's roadside cross is a well kept memory in contrast to the other one with wilted weeds and broken pots.
A neglected momento too painful to maintain.
These were well loved momentos adorned with Valentine flowers.
Lost hearts, but not forgotten........
I have always had a curious fascination with roadside crosses.
The placement and symbolism of a tragic moment.
How many notice them as they speed by dazed by their day and blurred in their rear view mirror? Perhaps, now you will notice.