High school basketball practice had ended. Clete probably smiled and yelled "see you guys later" as he climbed into his Cutlass for the short drive home. He headed north on a two lane road in Greensboro named Lewiston Road. As he was making his way home, an SUV that was heading south suddenly drifted across the center line into the middle of Clete's lane. It happened suddenly and quickly. There were no skid marks. Clete was gone. That was November 18th, 2005.
Clete was sixteen. A junior. He would have been graduating from high school this spring. He would have headed to college in the fall. Clete is loved and his life continues to impact others.
I just received probably the most meaningful and powerful comment I have ever received on this blog. It was added to my post on Clete's death by a woman named Peggy who recently lost her beloved son Patrick. Peggy shares the best advice I have ever seen on how to bring comfort to someone who has experienced this kind of loss -- written by someone who is living it. Please read it.
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