Nineteen years ago, I was a young Marine Lieutenant. I was on leave, and my then-new bride and I were at her home enjoying some time off. While we were there, her childhood friend Angela, who grew up in the house across the street, prematurely gave birth to her one and only son, Evan. I can remember his little premature ears, still all rolled up and mis-shapen. A really cute kid.
Earlier today, the doctors disconnected Evan from life support, and he went Home for the last time.
A week ago, he was driving home late at night, and 3/4 of a mile from his house, it appears he fell asleep at the wheel of his pickup -- but no one will ever know for sure. No alcohol involved, but he was not wearing his seatbelt, and he was thrown forward and ejected, crushing the front of his head.
He was a good, nice young man who had overcome a tough start in life, and had everything to live for. What a needless and tragic loss.
Wear your belts folks -- if he had, this would be a non-story and I wouldn't be planning to attend what will be a gruesome funeral.
Earlier today, the doctors disconnected Evan from life support, and he went Home for the last time.
A week ago, he was driving home late at night, and 3/4 of a mile from his house, it appears he fell asleep at the wheel of his pickup -- but no one will ever know for sure. No alcohol involved, but he was not wearing his seatbelt, and he was thrown forward and ejected, crushing the front of his head.
He was a good, nice young man who had overcome a tough start in life, and had everything to live for. What a needless and tragic loss.
Wear your belts folks -- if he had, this would be a non-story and I wouldn't be planning to attend what will be a gruesome funeral.