About Perry Mitchell
It is with great regret for me to state that my brother was killed in a truck accident along the NE Corridor of the Turnpike in PA, last night.
He was my "little bro" -- 6 years younger. And the accident has no meaning.
He was driving a Fed Ex semi when another truck that had broken down in the same lane was in his way. He could not react in time and slammed into it, causing that truck -- and subsequently his own -- to burst into flames.
Something is definitely wrong with the universe. It was "not his time". He was only 37 years old, and has a wife a 3 kids. He was a good guy, who always looked up to his older bro. He had always wanted me to teach him how to program computers and what not.
Kinda wish I had, since he'd still be alive right now. But who knows these things?
An interesting question is how do atheists handle bereavement. Well, we handle it. My father died a few years ago, and now my brother dies.
What the fuck? You handle it.
I consider myself at one with the Universe, which, believe it or not, provides some comfort. Yet, it still hurts. He was my younger brother, after all.
My only regret is -- well, I have lots of regrets. This was not obviously expected.
So perhaps I'll pick a star and name it after my little bro.
Recently, 150,000 were killed by the tsunami. I mourned their deaths. But somehow the death of a single one -- my own brother -- looms much larger in my mind than millions of humans I do not know.
May not be logical, but it is -- human, I suppose.
I love the Universe, but it can be a cruel motherfucker sometimes.
About Me
Image
I am Fred Mitchell, Perry's older brother. Perry was a good guy, he did not deserve to die. I will remember him always, the information that was my brother's consciousness now lost to the ebbs and flows of the quantum backwaters of the cosmic universe.