Pierre is a small town. By South Dakota standards it’s a regular city, but in reality, it’s just a small town. One of those places where everybody knows your name, in good times and in bad.
When a small plane crashed just outside city limits last Saturday, it didn’t take long for everyone in town to know… and as details came forth… to start to greive.
I met Colt Gunderson almost 5 years ago. He was 6. He sat with us at a wedding reception and I have the funniest pictures of him from that night. He was entertaining and fun to sit with, and when I think about my friends who were married that day, I have always thought of him. He kind of sticks with you, I guess.
When my husband called and told me about him I couldn’t believe it. I pulled out our photo albums and found those silly photos from years ago. It made me very sad for his family to loose such a bright light.
It’s so unfair that these things happen and it makes you sit back and think about the world. It puts everything in perspective, the things that are important. You never know what tomorrow will bring, and as the Gunderson family prepares to say goodbye to one, and watches over the others injured, I hold my kids a little tighter than usual, and linger a little longer when I say good bye in the morning.
May God carry you home. Colt Gunderson, 1994-2006