I got a call late Saturday from a family member telling me my brother-in-law, John, was killed in a motorcycle accident in Colorado. I sit here nearly 2 days later and I still can't believe what I just wrote.
Let me tell you a little about John. When he and my sister married I was only 10. I'd known him since I was 8. I don't remember a time before him.
He is a true "risin from the ashes" kind of person. You could always tell he was a great guy, but alot of demons kept getting in his way. He hit absolute bottom. He was on a path to kill himself and he was taking my sister with him. She climbed out and gave him an ultimatum. He chose correctly. He slipped a couple of times, but in the end he was truely a changed person.
He became the man we all thought he could be.
They threw out their wedding bands and basicly remarried.
John did look the biker part. The tattoos, the doo rags, the Harley t-shirts. And he was a biker to his soul. He loved to ride.
The only thing he loved more was his family, and his wife and grand-daughters were at the very head of that line. He doated over them like they were the most prescious things in the world. And to him they were.
John finally got the chance of a lifetime. He'd been offered a job in the mountains of Colorado. For years you never saw John without a Zane Grey, Louis LaMour, or other western books. That was the lifestyle he wanted. The chance to work the oil fields in Colorado was perfect.
He and my sister moved from Humble, TX to Colorado, and my two nephews and their families moved as well. Their whole family had changed. To look at John and my nephews would seem to be like looking at a gang not to be screwed with.
I got an e-mail about a year ago from my sister with a link to one of the photo sharing sights on the web. It was titled "100 reason John will never move back to Texas" It was photos of John, my sister and the rest of their family exploring Colorado and Wyoming.
Well, John is on his way back to Texas.
Saturday he spent with the kids and grandkids hiking.
On his way back home aparently coming onto a freeway a gust of wind took him off the road according to witnesses, although speed and presumably fatigue were involved.
He had wis chaps. He had his Jacket. He didn't have a helmet.
I don't want to turn this into an ATGATT post. That's not why I posted.
I honestly do not know all of the details, but it seems the head injury was the cause.
John was a great guy.
Saturday we'll be saying goodbye for the last time to someone I considered a brother.
Goodbye John.
Let me tell you a little about John. When he and my sister married I was only 10. I'd known him since I was 8. I don't remember a time before him.
He is a true "risin from the ashes" kind of person. You could always tell he was a great guy, but alot of demons kept getting in his way. He hit absolute bottom. He was on a path to kill himself and he was taking my sister with him. She climbed out and gave him an ultimatum. He chose correctly. He slipped a couple of times, but in the end he was truely a changed person.
He became the man we all thought he could be.
They threw out their wedding bands and basicly remarried.
John did look the biker part. The tattoos, the doo rags, the Harley t-shirts. And he was a biker to his soul. He loved to ride.
The only thing he loved more was his family, and his wife and grand-daughters were at the very head of that line. He doated over them like they were the most prescious things in the world. And to him they were.
John finally got the chance of a lifetime. He'd been offered a job in the mountains of Colorado. For years you never saw John without a Zane Grey, Louis LaMour, or other western books. That was the lifestyle he wanted. The chance to work the oil fields in Colorado was perfect.
He and my sister moved from Humble, TX to Colorado, and my two nephews and their families moved as well. Their whole family had changed. To look at John and my nephews would seem to be like looking at a gang not to be screwed with.
I got an e-mail about a year ago from my sister with a link to one of the photo sharing sights on the web. It was titled "100 reason John will never move back to Texas" It was photos of John, my sister and the rest of their family exploring Colorado and Wyoming.
Well, John is on his way back to Texas.
Saturday he spent with the kids and grandkids hiking.
On his way back home aparently coming onto a freeway a gust of wind took him off the road according to witnesses, although speed and presumably fatigue were involved.
He had wis chaps. He had his Jacket. He didn't have a helmet.
I don't want to turn this into an ATGATT post. That's not why I posted.
I honestly do not know all of the details, but it seems the head injury was the cause.
John was a great guy.
Saturday we'll be saying goodbye for the last time to someone I considered a brother.
Goodbye John.
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Grant him eternal rest Lord, and may the perputal light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. Amen.