My Nephew was killed in a car wreck this morning. He was a 34 yr old father of 4 (Boy,11/Girl,9/Girl,7/Boy,2), and the oldest of my parents' 11 grandkids.

He was on his way to work. It was foggy and he was late. He somehow ended up in the wrong lane, face to face with a Semi.

His Mother, the closest to me in age and spirit of my 3 sisters, had 4 boys. Her youngest commited suicide about 4 yrs ago. I am in awe of her strength.
Jeremy was the son that always did it right. Worked hard and put his kids before himself.

He was the first child to call me "Uncle Steve". He stuggled with his weight all his life, but as a boy he was a roly-poly bundle of energy with a head full of golden ringlets. He was the first child that was intrusted to my care. I occasionaly babysat for my sister. I was a kid myself, so we had alot of fun together.

I got a page at work this morning to come to the shipping desk. When I got there my mgr says "You have a phone call." Bad news. I don't get phone calls at work.
My Step-Dad drops the bomb. He says "We're headed to your Sisters' house." I said I'd meet them.

As I'm leaving I spot a Trooper at the intersection in front of my work, obviously finishing up an accident report. I knew without asking.

Unbeknownce to me, my Sister has called the surviving 2 brothers, telling them only "I'm leaving work, meet me at the house."

I pull into the driveway and see my nephews...and NOBODY else. Of course they meet me at my truck, "Uncle Steve, what's going on?"
They tell me what they know, and I then have to tell them what I know.

It's the first time in my life I've had to do that, and I hope it's the last.

For those who are inclined, please say a prayer, or offer up good karma in whatever form you subscribe to, for my Sister.

She has alot of faith, and she's going to need it.