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The news has been reporting Rose’s death as just another Easter Road Toll statistic, and I suppose it is. All those times I’ve seen weeping relatives and friends in television commercials telling us to drive safely; telling us that even though we think they’re just statistics, they’re real people with real families and friends. It never hits home. I can’t begin to describe to you how this feels and I suppose only the people who have lost loved ones, regardless of the circumstance, can ever know.
For all of us, it’s been one of the most grueling days in recent memory. We haven’t even seen Scotty yet, but I’ve spent all day with the guys and we’ve just been talking the whole time. The “what ifs” and the “remember whens” just don’t stop. I can barely wait to see Scott, even though I know I don’t want to see him like this. Just so he knows we’re here. Just so he knows how much we all love him.