So I'm sitting in my grandmothers kitchen across from my cousin typing this and it's sad the circumstances that have brought us together this week. My uncle passed away in a motorcycle accident this weekend, the details surrounding it have not been brought to light completely but so far it's is tragic and something that should have never happened. I should not be sitting here writing from North Carolina, I should be in New York sitting at my desk at work not preparing for a wake of a wonderful man that left this world way to soon. My uncle was only fifty years old and so full of life, we might not have been close but I know he loved me more than anything just like I loved him. He loved the New York Yankees, music, the Miami Dolphins, his family and most of all motorcycles which I guess in some ways it's bittersweet that's what he passed away doing riding his bike with his friends. I wish I could write the whole story behind his passing but until the investigation is over I don't want to to write anything that isn't the truth. I should get in the shower and start getting ready for the wake, I'm not sure we are ready for this yet.
RIP Uncle Kevin
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