Yesterday was the worst day ever.
My brother in law, known as "Luke" in my book was driving to a job site in his car when he was killed in a 2-car accident.
The driver of the other vehicle was a first responder rushing to the site of another accident. He was passing another vehicle on a double yellow line on a blind hill and struck "Luke's" vehicle head on, killing him instantly. The driver was air lifted to a hospital and is listed in fair condition.
I just don't have words about the recklessness and irresponsibility of the other driver.
If you've read my book, then you'll remember that Luke was the driver of another accident thirty years and four months ago (to the date), in which John, my husband's and Luke's youngest brother, was killed instantly.
Now my hubby's parents have to bury another son. I cannot even begin to fathom what they are going through. I knew Luke quite well and I can tell you that he was a really special person. A lot like "Allen", my husband, he was very dedicated and loyal to his family. He was always funny, a cartoon character in motion. He loved to laugh and he loved to make others laugh. The stories he and Allen used to tell together were the most entertaining and funny stories I have ever heard. We are sure going to miss that!
Luke had exceptional respect for nature and enjoyed gardening and growing his own food. He enjoyed horseback riding with his wife and enjoyed our annual family camping trips every summer on the Buffalo. Allen and Luke were not only brothers, but they were the best of friends. My daughter, "Maddie," considered her Uncle Luke her favorite uncle. I absolutely do not know how my husband or his family are going to survive this. This was absolutely the Worst Day Ever...
And on the 25th anniversary of the Challenger disaster.... great...