Oran
Thank you for this thread.
My nephew Oran (we called him Odie) would be 24 now, he died in a motorcycle accident ... well 3 days ago was the 5 yr anniversary.
He was My oldest sister's youngest son, he and My son were the very best of friends, raised together, did everything together. They were raised more as brothers than cousins, attached at the hip those 2 were.
Odie was the biggest pain in the arse you could ever meet, but in a good way. He was a prankster, a wild one, the funny one. He was the quarterback of his high school football team, and a national high school finalist calf roper.
He bought a motorcycle, and died that night.
I was the one who had to tell My sister that she had lost her baby, and tell My mother that she had lost her grandson. I will never, ever, forget hearing My sister on the phone... indescribable pain.. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
I made to the hospital right as they were wheeling his body out of the room, they took him back in for Me to say goodbye. It was the most surreal experience of My life.
It happened 2 weeks before My son's 18th birthday and coinciding high school graduation. Needless to say, there was not much to celebrate.
There are some days... that it still stuns Me... to realize he's not here anymore.
My sister doesn't speak to us on his birthday or the anniversary of his death, no matter how many times we call, or txt. She does not respond, usually a week or so later, I get a txt from her saying "i love you". That's the most she can muster.
My mother cannot speak of it.
We just held the annual Roping / Golf Scramble to benefit his scholarship fund at his high school, it also benefits the Texas High School Rodeo Association. Every year, it blows Me away to see the number of local business & individual sponsors for the event, and to see how many people show up from across the country to honor his memory and to help out with a good cause.
I love him and miss him every day of My life
Thank y'all for letting Me share
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I tend to delve deep within Myself.. sometimes hearing nothing more than the stir of My own soul.
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