Just before sunset yesterday, I heard his motorcycle start, and I caught a glimpse of him leaving the neighborhood. I remember thinking it would have been a great night for a ride. The heat had just broken, and it was shaping up to be a beautiful evening.
He never made it home.
Around 2:00 this morning, his motorcycle went into a ditch and hit a culvert. He was thrown and found unresponsive less than half a mile from home. He was pronounced dead a short while later at the local hospital.
I can't imagine what his family must be going through right now. He's married with three almost-grown kids and a beloved granddaughter. All I can do is pray for them, and I'd like to ask that you do the same.
He was forty-three. No matter how you look at it, that's just too soon.