Monthly Archives: January 2019

The day started just like any other day, except you never came home

It was a Monday afternoon, 1’o clock on the tenth of June 2002, basically one month after we lost our car that I received a call from the police.  The lady asked me if the motorbike we bought belonged to me.  I said yes, it was registered in my name but that my boyfriend rode it.  I asked the lady why, what was wrong with it.  She asked me if I knew the identity of the rider since he did not carry his ID with him on the bike or in the pocket of his Kevlar jacket.  I said yes, why, did something happen, was he ok, could I speak to him?

Without any emotion she told me no, he is dead, and on the way to the mortuary, could I get someone to come identify him.  I lost my shit.  All of it.  At 29 years old I had to bury the love of my life.  Oh how Stefan loved that bike. Not even his helmet or jacket could save him.  He was doing a wheelie in a busy road, on a long straight stretch and an old man did an illegal u-turn and stalled his car in the middle of the road.  By the time Stefan put down the bike it was too late, tried to brake, flipped over and his head and helmet crashed into the front wheel of the old man’s car.  Dead on impact.  His whole scull was cracked, we picked up pieces of the… Continue reading

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