Jerry came to visit me at Crest on his way to his brothers house. He came on the scooter he'd only had for a few weeks and was his favorite thing in the world. We laughed and picked out baby names for Kristen and Rob's baby that they had just found was a boy. Then we made plans for me to stop by his house on my way home from work and he would walk me home. Like we did most nights. Work was a little busy and i missed the opportunity to give him a hug before he left, i realized it too late but thought "i'll just give him one later." I yelled bye to him as he walked out the door. It was the last time i talked to him, or saw the Jerry that i loved. When i drove by his house on my way home and noticed that the scooter wasn't there and just figured that he got hung up at his brothers. I went home and went to bed with no idea that my life had been changed forever.
Around 10 that evening, on his was home from his brothers house as he drove down Geneva Road, a car turned left in front of him, he swerved but didn't make it around. His right knee was smashed in to the back of the car, and his body flew 97 feet before he landed on his head. He spent the night in surgery where most of his temporal lobe was removed, then put into a coma he would never come out of.
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