Normally, I wouldn't mention this to a group of people whom I don't know on a personal level. However, I've come to enjoy reading and responding to many of your posts/opinions/whooey
, and decided to share this with you. A very dear friend of mine was killed in a car accident on this date in 1993. As it does for everyone, that day changed my life forever. It was my first realization of how precious life is, and how life can change in an instant. In the days and weeks that followed the accident, I spent a lot of time sitting on the end of that south pier at St. Joseph, Michigan, staring at the lake, and thinking. The north pier lights became a sign of comfort for me. And although it was the people around me that helped me to move on, those two lights will always hold a special place in my heart. Because it was then that I developed a true fondness for lighthouses, and an appreciation for what they had been.
It's seldom that I will mention something such as this, but for some reason, I felt compelled. In remembering Jeff, I realized what started my love for lighthouses.
