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Tragedy In Kentucky
2 months ago
Reminder to not ever be complacent when driving.
My family in Kentucky almost suffered a tragedy this past Friday, August twenty-second.
My stepdad Leonard and his best friend Daniel do work with the volunteer fire department. They were responding together to a call with Daniel driving the fire truck. I say "fire truck", but it wasn't actually a fire truck, its a pickup truck with a utility bed on it.
Somewhere north of Raywick on Route 526 Daniel went off the road, over corrected, and ended up sideways and rolling the truck in a disastrous crash that separated the cab from the utility bed. Daniel wasn't wearing his seatbelt, and normally Leonard would say he would have done the same, but for some reason this time he was strapped in, and it saved his fucking life.
Daniel was ejected from the truck, Leonard stayed in the truck.
Daniel had broken ankles, broken ribs, broken collarbone, broken jaw, and a brain bleed.
Leonard had to be extracted from the truck and has a cut from his glasses on his head, broken ribs, some spine fractures, and a collapsed lung.
Daniel perished from his injuries two days later.
My stepdad is still in the hospital and last I heard the collapsed lung has been corrected through a chest tube, but the broken ribs and everything else will take time.
Don't ever be complacent in your surroundings on the road. Don't neglect to wear your seat belt either, which shocks me that I need to even say this. It would seem Daniel just got complacent, thinking it was just going to be another routine call along the country roads, racing along, and it cost him. You're not indestructible stepping into a car.
Had my stepdad decided to be the same way this journal would be on an entirely different subject and he'd be gone too or in worse shape than how he ended up. As it is, he's in good spirits, conscious, but has no real memory of the events leading up to the accident. He does know that his friend didn't make it though, which...I don't know how someone handles that sort of trauma after just being with them two days prior.
Does this affect me much? Yes and no. For as much as my stepdad liked doing the volunteer fire department work it was also a point of contention within my family out there because Leonard would selectively prioritize trouble calls over anything else relating to the house or his surroundings. Maybe this will just be that kick to make him give it up and not do it anymore.
But there's no way I can have much of an emotional response to the loss of a friend of my family when I didn't know them myself except from maybe seeing them in passing from a distance when I was at the fair events back in July. It really is a damn shame what happened because that opens up a lot of uncertainty for his family left behind.
Everything is always just so dicey over there in Kentucky, I hate to say it. The loss of one person upsets the whole delicate balance of things over there so that always just makes me happy to stay single as I am.
--Mozdoc
My family in Kentucky almost suffered a tragedy this past Friday, August twenty-second.
My stepdad Leonard and his best friend Daniel do work with the volunteer fire department. They were responding together to a call with Daniel driving the fire truck. I say "fire truck", but it wasn't actually a fire truck, its a pickup truck with a utility bed on it.
Somewhere north of Raywick on Route 526 Daniel went off the road, over corrected, and ended up sideways and rolling the truck in a disastrous crash that separated the cab from the utility bed. Daniel wasn't wearing his seatbelt, and normally Leonard would say he would have done the same, but for some reason this time he was strapped in, and it saved his fucking life.
Daniel was ejected from the truck, Leonard stayed in the truck.
Daniel had broken ankles, broken ribs, broken collarbone, broken jaw, and a brain bleed.
Leonard had to be extracted from the truck and has a cut from his glasses on his head, broken ribs, some spine fractures, and a collapsed lung.
Daniel perished from his injuries two days later.
My stepdad is still in the hospital and last I heard the collapsed lung has been corrected through a chest tube, but the broken ribs and everything else will take time.
Don't ever be complacent in your surroundings on the road. Don't neglect to wear your seat belt either, which shocks me that I need to even say this. It would seem Daniel just got complacent, thinking it was just going to be another routine call along the country roads, racing along, and it cost him. You're not indestructible stepping into a car.
Had my stepdad decided to be the same way this journal would be on an entirely different subject and he'd be gone too or in worse shape than how he ended up. As it is, he's in good spirits, conscious, but has no real memory of the events leading up to the accident. He does know that his friend didn't make it though, which...I don't know how someone handles that sort of trauma after just being with them two days prior.
Does this affect me much? Yes and no. For as much as my stepdad liked doing the volunteer fire department work it was also a point of contention within my family out there because Leonard would selectively prioritize trouble calls over anything else relating to the house or his surroundings. Maybe this will just be that kick to make him give it up and not do it anymore.
But there's no way I can have much of an emotional response to the loss of a friend of my family when I didn't know them myself except from maybe seeing them in passing from a distance when I was at the fair events back in July. It really is a damn shame what happened because that opens up a lot of uncertainty for his family left behind.
Everything is always just so dicey over there in Kentucky, I hate to say it. The loss of one person upsets the whole delicate balance of things over there so that always just makes me happy to stay single as I am.
--Mozdoc
