Roadside memorials have always fascinated me. While driving down major highways I find myself drawn to the crosses and photographs on the ground and tied to trees. I still don’t really know if I appreciate them for what they’re meant to be- commemorations of someone’s life that ended too soon- or if I feel disturbed. They commemorate where this person died, how this person died, and who they were. They definitely raise awareness about fatal vehicle crashes and urge drivers to be safer, but it all feels very morbid. Still, I find myself wanting to stop and read every one, stand over these memorials, cry for these people and their families. If I died this way would I want this? Would I want to be a beacon forever haunting a state highway?
