In memory of
Maria Helena Rushmore 4/89-4/89
Moses Breckem 7/80-9/96
Randy Ethridge 9/81-12/98
"Woody" 7/13/76-1/9/99
Grandpa Lau 12/1904-1999
Robert Bozak 8/81-4/2000
Alice Prescott 03/81-11/2001
Hope Urbach 8/81-2004
Shawn Leroux 80-2005
There is no words I can write to these people. Each one of them was special in a different way. Moses...he was a good, gentle person and it saddens me to this day for what happened. Driving down 64 he and his girlfriend were hit by a drunk driver.They both died instantly. The world was less for their loss.
Helena...the sister I never saw. I was 8 years old when she was born and when she died....there is not much more I can say than that.
Randy...The first day I met him he kicked me in the neck. It was an accident, highschool football, I went for a tackle in practice and his foot happened to be coming up at the right time. He was a good friend until he caught the wrong end of a gun from a gangbanger. The first of the original treo to die. I still miss him.
"Woody"..What to say about Woody, he was the gentle giant. A man who had the size to crush a person my size but not the heart to kill a spider. He saved my life once by kicking me in the back while drunk thus making me dodge an incoming car. He was a good man and far to good to die in a hospital bed because a trucker fell asleep at the wheel.
Grandpaw Lau...He was my favorite, a kind old man that always smelled of hot buttered rum tobacco and always had a smile and tale. His favorite thing to say was "Remember kiddo one day you'll be a man, and when that happens you'll find yourself in many predicaments. Remember your honor, always keep your word and if all else fails try again" The most accepting old codger I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Bob Bozak...Bob was one insane focker in his youth. I met him originally because he pelted me in the back of the head with a bullet. We got into a fight and beat the hell out of each other up a set of stairs. After that we became almost immediate friends...He was more of a friend than almost anyone I have ever met. I cannot recall a time in Highschool or afterwards were if I asked he didn't have my back.
Alice...I had known her since I was 6. She was my sisters best friend for years. When she was 12 she was hit by a passing car, she survived with minor brain damage which altered the personality center of her brain...after that her and my sis couldn't stand each other. We started dating when I was 16 but it didn't work out but we remained close friends. Many years after she was hit by the car her brain started having major issues and one night while in the hospital she died.
Hope...like her name implies she gave Hope to all that knew her. She was the sweatest most innocent person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. One cold december night she saw me drinking coffee by myself and just sat down next to me and started talking like she had known me forever. We had been friends ever since though I fell out of contact with her for a period of time. One evening while she was driving back from college in Wy to be with her family for Chanuka she was hit by a drunk driver and flew off into the ditch. She survived the injuries and burns for 2 days before succumbing and passing away on the first day of Chanuka. She was going to be a zoo-ologist.
Shawn Leroux...My friend. The man who extended a hand to a no one on the street and fed him when he had no one else. The man who gave hope to a person who was concinvced he was abandoned. He helped me through so many rough spots, simply by being there to listen. He was the best of all of us and this world is less without him.
Over the last years I have lost many friends, many family members. It seems since I was a child a person in my life dies every year. If it isn't someone that I used to be friends with it is someone that I am friends with. It shatters me now...it used to be that I could simply shrug it off but not anymore. The more I think about these people the more I wish that I could have had one last cup with them. In Shawns letter it asked if you died yesterday what would be your regret....well I can honestly say I have to many to list. To many regrets and to many things that cannot be undone. Im tired, think Im gonna lay down for a nap now.
Moses Breckem 7/80-9/96
Randy Ethridge 9/81-12/98
"Woody" 7/13/76-1/9/99
Grandpa Lau 12/1904-1999
Robert Bozak 8/81-4/2000
Alice Prescott 03/81-11/2001
Hope Urbach 8/81-2004
Shawn Leroux 80-2005
There is no words I can write to these people. Each one of them was special in a different way. Moses...he was a good, gentle person and it saddens me to this day for what happened. Driving down 64 he and his girlfriend were hit by a drunk driver.They both died instantly. The world was less for their loss.
Helena...the sister I never saw. I was 8 years old when she was born and when she died....there is not much more I can say than that.
Randy...The first day I met him he kicked me in the neck. It was an accident, highschool football, I went for a tackle in practice and his foot happened to be coming up at the right time. He was a good friend until he caught the wrong end of a gun from a gangbanger. The first of the original treo to die. I still miss him.
"Woody"..What to say about Woody, he was the gentle giant. A man who had the size to crush a person my size but not the heart to kill a spider. He saved my life once by kicking me in the back while drunk thus making me dodge an incoming car. He was a good man and far to good to die in a hospital bed because a trucker fell asleep at the wheel.
Grandpaw Lau...He was my favorite, a kind old man that always smelled of hot buttered rum tobacco and always had a smile and tale. His favorite thing to say was "Remember kiddo one day you'll be a man, and when that happens you'll find yourself in many predicaments. Remember your honor, always keep your word and if all else fails try again" The most accepting old codger I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Bob Bozak...Bob was one insane focker in his youth. I met him originally because he pelted me in the back of the head with a bullet. We got into a fight and beat the hell out of each other up a set of stairs. After that we became almost immediate friends...He was more of a friend than almost anyone I have ever met. I cannot recall a time in Highschool or afterwards were if I asked he didn't have my back.
Alice...I had known her since I was 6. She was my sisters best friend for years. When she was 12 she was hit by a passing car, she survived with minor brain damage which altered the personality center of her brain...after that her and my sis couldn't stand each other. We started dating when I was 16 but it didn't work out but we remained close friends. Many years after she was hit by the car her brain started having major issues and one night while in the hospital she died.
Hope...like her name implies she gave Hope to all that knew her. She was the sweatest most innocent person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. One cold december night she saw me drinking coffee by myself and just sat down next to me and started talking like she had known me forever. We had been friends ever since though I fell out of contact with her for a period of time. One evening while she was driving back from college in Wy to be with her family for Chanuka she was hit by a drunk driver and flew off into the ditch. She survived the injuries and burns for 2 days before succumbing and passing away on the first day of Chanuka. She was going to be a zoo-ologist.
Shawn Leroux...My friend. The man who extended a hand to a no one on the street and fed him when he had no one else. The man who gave hope to a person who was concinvced he was abandoned. He helped me through so many rough spots, simply by being there to listen. He was the best of all of us and this world is less without him.
Over the last years I have lost many friends, many family members. It seems since I was a child a person in my life dies every year. If it isn't someone that I used to be friends with it is someone that I am friends with. It shatters me now...it used to be that I could simply shrug it off but not anymore. The more I think about these people the more I wish that I could have had one last cup with them. In Shawns letter it asked if you died yesterday what would be your regret....well I can honestly say I have to many to list. To many regrets and to many things that cannot be undone. Im tired, think Im gonna lay down for a nap now.