In delivering a pair of motorcycles to Vanderhoof today I drove through the scene twice; on the way back to Prince I waited for a hole in the Friday traffic and looked the area over. In circumstances like this, one sometimes has thoughts like, if only he had been six inches farther left or a second earlier, but I have to say, I had no thoughts of that type when looking at this scene. It was very apparent there had been a collision, and the logs strewn on the north side of the highway, b-train flatdeck on the south, and the large area and the damage to the road surface itself gave ample testament to the terrible nature of the accident. It felt arbitrary and absolute. There was a bouquet of flowers placed close by the highway.
Most everyone will have heard the saying that to have a friend you have to be a friend. I am reflecting on Wayne and Stu as I contemplate this, as the balance between them was a rare one, unconditional. The last time Stu and I spoke of Wayne, Stu was entirely unequivocal, he said, "He's my dearest friend; I love that guy" showing Stu as both having a friend and being one.
I know we will all miss Stu: how could you feel anything else?
