Wednesday, August 14, 2013
My husband's cousin was killed in a freak and catastrophic bicycling accident. On Monday, he was riding on his mountain bike and lost control when the terrain changed. What should have just been - and has been many times in the past - a bruising tumble from his bike turned to unimaginable horror when the handlebar rammed through his left eye socket and into his brain, inflicting horrific damage. He was rushed to the hospital, but it quickly became clear that all upper brain function was destroyed. Obeying his wishes, his parents took him off the ventilator and he died this morning.
He was 29.
I don't even know how to begin processing all this. We will be heading out for the east coast tomorrow morning. I don't know when the funeral is planned yet.
It just keeps hitting me. Young, vibrant, athletic.
Hug your loved ones.