Yesterday, my wife's twenty four year old cousin got killed when his quad landed on him. This is the worst thing that I've ever experienced. You know, people die. That's life, right? Bobby was twenty-four, a great kid. His old man is great. His old lady is great. Not alot of people in my wife's family get a solid seal of approval from me. I've known this kid for his whole entire life. He was a good person. Grew up good. Him dying is unfathomable to me. It still has not sunk in. I woke up this morning hoping it was a bad dream. It ain't right. It's just not fucking right.
The only good that I can see coming of this is to maybe make those who knew him know how important it is to enjoy every moment of those that you love and never ever take that for granted. Let those you love know that you love them every day, over and over and fuck the petty shit.
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