Have you heard that song? Patty Loveless sang it. I have a hard time with goodbyes. I don't like them. In fact, I'm terrible at them. Doesn't matter if my husband is going to work for the day, or if my sister - in - law is moving to England for 5 years. I just hate goodbyes. Changing it to "See ya later" doesn't work, either. And I found out last week, as I have once each year for the past four years, that it's especially hard when the goodbye is being said to a loved one who has passed away. This time is especially hard, as it was unexpected. We got a call Wednesday, May 25th that my brother-in-law had died in a motorcycle accident. No one else involved, just Jeremy (my BIL) and a crotch-rocket. Just him and the bike. No helmet, excessive speed. And of course, we'll never know why. It's so sad. He was only 33. I had to watch his 10 y/o daughter and 9 y/o son sob because their dad is gone. I had to watch my father-in-law say goodbye to his youngest son. My husband and sister-in-law say goodbye to their little brother. And all so senseless.
Handsome man, yes? He was so full of life. So adventuresome. So soft-hearted. I'll be honest. He'd made bad choices in his life. Spent some time in prison. But he was out, clean, working, making amends -- learning to be the father, son, and brother he was meant to be. Making something of himself. So, why now? Just when things were looking up? I can't explain it. I just have to trust. After all, I know where he lives now, and Who he lives with. We'll meet again one day. Until then . . . rest in peace, sweet Jerm. We love you.