My heart aches.
Yesterday, I celebrated my birthday. Today I learned my brother, Mike, was killed.
He died while My mother, husband and I were at my birthday dinner, struck by a car driven by a distracted motorist who claims she didn’t see him until he “jumped” onto the hood of her car – on a well-lit street at 7:30 at night. He was 59.
I have no words to describe my shock, pain, and loss.
My family and I grieve.
All I know is that my brother and I will now share my birthday forever.
I will toast him each year on that day for the rest of my life.
I LOVE you MIKE.
I pray you rest in PEACE, embraced by GOD.
