Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Watch for motorcycles

My nephew Andrew had just gotten off of work and was heading home. Home was just 2 blocks away and he was crossing an inersection on his motorcycle when he was struck by a young lady in her truck.

He fought a valiant fight for a few hours but eventually succumbed to his injuries. He left behind a young son and his wife of two weeks.

He was my first "son" and I do miss him greatly.



  1. I'm so sorry. That's heartbreaking. Big hugs to you and yours.

  2. Thank you. Time doesnt heal any wounds it just makes them furthur away. My sister still has PTSD from it and always will.


Thrill me...dripsome brain droppings here.