Each day as I travel down the highway to my job in the nearby city, I pass by this touching reminder that someone lost their life on this very spot, someone that obviously was loved. Such roadside memorials are quite common in New Mexico and here in Texas, and perhaps other states as well, though I do not recall seeing them as I grew up. This one is a bit larger and more elaborate than most, which are often simple crosses and perhaps a spray of flowers.
While I haven't stopped to read this particular memorial, nor the smaller one just a few miles further on where I know a motorcyclist lost his life, I can't help but think that this person belonged to someone... was important in someone's life, maybe a father or a son, or a mother or a daughter. Someone somewhere mourned their loss, and judging by the frequently replaced flowers, still grieves for them today.
Such memorials serve a valid purpose, along with commemorating a life that has come and gone, that being a sobering reminder that life can be lost in one brief moment... slow down... drive with care... and always, always say "I love you" before you go.