As the news finally broke that I had dreading and expecting, that the man trapped along with his daughter during last week's horrific accident, had died of his injuries the sky seemed know to go black over Ballard and Seattle.
Reading about his life on the web site of his workplace Sub Pop Records made me think of a poem that tides me through life and death, Raymond Carver's Late Fragment
Late Fragment
And did you get
what you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Raymond Carver
I never met Andy but he was clearly beloved. If only the light and turned green and everyone had made it home safely.