Don,
My baby is 28, he loves motorcycles, has taken a couple of nasty spillsin time, the last one was 2 years ago, racing in Homestead Motorsports Park. That day, in his last spill, he broke some bones and totalled the bike. I wasn't happy about the broken bones, but was overjoyed about the other side of the mishap. As much as I try to put myself in your place, I fight it with all my inner self to be in your position my mind rejects it and fights it with herculous strength. It's tough for a parent to bury one of their children, it shouldn't be, by course, we should "go" before they do, after all, they are younger, they still have a "FULL LIFE AHEAD" of them and THAT is the way "Life" should be. Ahhh, then "Life" come around, taps you on the shoulder, (once again), and reminds you how fast, (things we take for granted) "LIFE" can rapidly change.
As I did a few months back when "LIFE" tapped Julio (Razors) Don's and his daughters "Life" in the shoulder, and quickly took an unexpected and undesireable turn. I stand next to you, your wife Irlea, your sons mother and the rest of the Palumbo family in these hard times of sorrow and doubt. May your son rest in peace...When I leave the office today, I will swing by his house, give him a big hug, a big kiss, I will tell him how much I love him, he will look at me funny, and though he will not undrestand, I'll be thinking of you.
Your friends,
Roy, Maria Garcia and Laz.
