I suppose it's only fair to explain where I came from with this post.
Please, if I start to ramble, forgive me, because this is a very emotional thing to me.
I was very close to my cousin....growing up we were more like brother and sister than cousins.
He was a fun loving, spirited guy. And yeah, he would be the type to enjoy the SI swimsuit edition. I think he even had a subscription to Playboy...but he had to hide it from his wife. He would grouse to me about that but I never really thought much about it.
One nafternoon he called his wife..said he had been invited to a bachelor party..sure, he could have lied and said he had to work late, but her refused to lie to his wife...he was always upfront about things.
Well, she had a conniption fit. Said she would divorce him on the spot if he wasn't home immediately.
He was very upset. He sent me an e-mail and was so sad, said how he felt his wife didn't trust him, when I knew and he knew that he was about the most upstanding, honest guy you'd ever meet.
That was the last contact I ever had with him. On his ride home, his car was hit by a semi. He was killed instantly
I can't help but think if he had only gone to that stupid party, he would still be with us
