Three weeks ago today, in the afternoon, I learned that my cousin, Bob, had been in a two-vehicle accident. At first it was reported that both drivers had been killed. Then, that Bob had survived but was in critical condition in an Omaha hospital.
After more than a week in ICU and some surgeries, things began looking up. He was transferred out of ICU and was able to have visitors. He had a long recovery road ahead of him, but it looked like he would make it. Suddenly he got worse, a blood clot was suspected, and he died on the 6th. His funeral was yesterday.
My dad was a first cousin of Bob's mom and aunt.
When I moved back to our hometown the first time, Bob was working at the Texaco station. I became attracted to one of his co-workers and went to Bob to find out more about him. Bob didn't introduce us, but I think he let Bud know I was asking about him. It took a while, but those two co-workers became cousins by marriage.
By the second time I (we) moved back to our hometown, Bob had his own business, Corning Tire & Exhaust. We became regular customers and while there were no longer the big family dinners, we did converse about family members now and again. (The last time about his Dad's service during WWII.)
Even after we moved to Creston, we still went back to Bob's for tires, oil changes and exhaust work. It wasn't just that he was a friend and family, it was also because he was someone we trusted.
He died tragically and much too young. He will be missed.