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On my big brother's 41st birthday he and his wife were driving to my parents' house to celebrate. It was a snowy day. My little brother and my sister were there waiting for them, with mom and dad. Called them on the phone, told a few jokes, "we're on our way, save some of that champagne for us . . . "
They were a couple hours late coming, then the phone rang, mom picked it up, and a cop was on the line. Two people were dead on a snowy road, hit broadside by a truck. Do you know these names?
It was my brother and his wife, killed in a car accident on his birthday. No words can describe how horrific and devastating that was to all of us. Then and still.
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