Being a parent, it's extremely difficult to read something like this. Nothing has made me more vulnerable than being a parent.
“Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” - Elizabeth Stone That's how Becky died; crossing a busy intersection where there wasn't a crosswalk because she didn't want to take the tunnel underneath. They completely revised the intersection later. She was maybe 12, a year younger than me. I went under that intersection every day for two years going to a junior high school that is no longer there. It was about 100 yards from where a girl a year older than me got raped by an escaped felon. Okay, I'm calling city hall. Neighbors planted arbor vitae all around their property line which means what was once a visible corner is now a blind corner. My daughter rides her bike there and we've already had a couple close calls.
My cousin lost a little girl in comparable circumstances. She made her way behind a work van in the driveway and was struck when her uncle, my other cousin's husband, backed out. He name was Olivia. It's likely I've driven that van. I've definitely been in that same driveway in a van driven by that same driver while the same cousin lived there, and Olivia's older sister would probably have been about the same age. Those times, nothing more noteworthy than picking up or dropping off some random item occurred. It might have been cookies or conduit. I couldn't even tell you what year it was. But I'm sure that day is etched in the memories of all the survivors. In a brief moment, a day that could have been as mundane as all the others turned into a terrible day that won't be forgotten.