The above picture is the scene of a motorcycle accident. My brother-in-law went out for a ride on his bike, beautiful weather for a ride. Little did he know what would happen, as he was on his way home he failed to negotiate the corner. Warren hit the rock, and then the tree. That was his last ride.
My wife and I spent the day with her sister yesterday. She is doing pretty well at the moment for having just lost her husband. Maybe reality has not fully set in yet.
Warren was a story teller. He had just been to our home a couple weeks ago along with his wife and we spent some time together and had a meal. We are so thankful that we had that time together as it was to be the last time we were to see Warren. Warren had his usual compliment of stories to tell. Sometimes we had heard them before, sometimes not. The thing was that he was a good story teller. You wanted to hear what he would say next. He was funny and engaging while regaling you with a tale.
Warren was a good husband to his wife. He was a hard working man, given to telling you how it is, like it or not. He served our country back in the day, which I admired him for.
We will miss Warren’s stories, his sense of humor, and we will miss him more.