Two days later, he was struck by a semi-truck on his way home from classes. I happened on the scene, quite coincidentally, about 5 minutes later and knew instantly that it was Max in that mangled wreck because I recognized the little red car without a bumper.
I made a Shutterfly photo album of all the photos I could find from his brief life. Maybe one day I will find more photos in a box somewhere or in a hard drive on another computer, but for now I am exhausted. It will have to wait for another day.
Grief is hard work.