Mortality

At my last job, the lead engineer on the project I was involved in was about five years older than me.  Peter was divorced, with grown children.  He had a Harley he loved to ride, an old house he had recently purchased, gutted and was remodeling, and a real zest for life.  He was careful (but not obsessive) about what he ate, he exercised regularly and took pretty good care of himself.

I liked the guy.  He was an early and active member of Architects and Engineers for 9/11 Truth, and we had several long discussions on that topic, but we also talked about other things.  He had a wicked sense of humor.

On Tuesday, June 26 at about 6AM he was out taking his morning walk when a 68 year old man driving a Toyota struck and killed him.  He would have been fifty-five on July 17.  I found out about it today.

Just.  Damn.