Today is the third anniversary of my brother-in-law, Kevin’s death. He was only 21; it was a motorcycle accident. I’m just sitting here thinking about him. He was such a nice kid.
He had a side business repairing computers and setting up networks and all that stuff. He did the one at our office. After he died, we were a little lost without him!
I remember one day the spring before he died, it was one of those really warm nice spring days in Missouri and he was out goofing around on his motorcycle. He came by our house in the late afternoon. Most boys that age would have kept going when he saw his brother wasn’t home. But Kevin stopped and I fixed him some iced tea and we sat on the back porch and talked (I can’t remember what we talked about). He even looked at my scrapbooks and acted interested! I told you he was a sweet kid!
I have a lot of memories of him – although I wish I had more. I know he would have loved Shelby and I’m sad she never got to meet him. This sounds stupid, but I feel bad that the last meal I made for him was diet food because he loved to eat! But, to be fair, he stopped by after I’d already started dinner. And it was pretty good – Weight Watchers cheesy enchiladas. But still.
I have so many memories of him – I see flashes of each of those memories. But what stands out most is that he was laughing in almost every memory I have of him. I only have 2 memories where he wasn’t laughing; and one of those was a funeral.
Kevin is missed still.