I know it's hard to say but it's the truth, you love some blood more than others. I lost my favorite son at 12:05 on Labor Day, Sept 5th 2016. I can hardly type through my tears... sorry.
I haven't shared this because I don't want all the heart felt sympathy you will offer to remind me of him. It hurts too much to do so. But you've always been here for me and I feel a need to share it with my XS friends.
It was a motorcycle accident where he took a buddy's new bike for a spin up the road at midnight and the road just ran out before he knew it. He was doing about 50 when the road ended and he slammed into a fence and a tree. Thank God his end was instantaneous and he didn't suffer, according to my conversation with the medical examiner.
Jan 20th would have been his 19th birthday and needless to say, it has been a very rough couple of days for me. And if that wasn't enough, the very next day I get his autopsy letter from the ME with luxury of detail.
No parent should ever have to bury one of their children, ever.
The reason I'm sharing this here and now is because he was a fellow rider. When ever we rode together I could see his smile and wide grin thorough the helmet, he loved riding. He died doing what he loved. I'm just so sorry we didn't get to share more miles together.
This time has been very, very tough for me. I miss him so much.
I haven't shared this because I don't want all the heart felt sympathy you will offer to remind me of him. It hurts too much to do so. But you've always been here for me and I feel a need to share it with my XS friends.
It was a motorcycle accident where he took a buddy's new bike for a spin up the road at midnight and the road just ran out before he knew it. He was doing about 50 when the road ended and he slammed into a fence and a tree. Thank God his end was instantaneous and he didn't suffer, according to my conversation with the medical examiner.
Jan 20th would have been his 19th birthday and needless to say, it has been a very rough couple of days for me. And if that wasn't enough, the very next day I get his autopsy letter from the ME with luxury of detail.
No parent should ever have to bury one of their children, ever.
The reason I'm sharing this here and now is because he was a fellow rider. When ever we rode together I could see his smile and wide grin thorough the helmet, he loved riding. He died doing what he loved. I'm just so sorry we didn't get to share more miles together.
This time has been very, very tough for me. I miss him so much.
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