Lanny ......

In Loving Memory of

Lance J. Kohn II
Jan 18, 1965 - Jun 25, 2005
Mass of Christian Burial
St. Stephen's Church
July 1, 2005 at 10:00 A.M.
Interment
St. Stephen's Cemetery

Let not your hearts be troubled;
believe in God, believe also in Me. In
my Father's house are many rooms; if
it were not so, would I have told you
that I go and prepare a place for
you?
And when I go and prepare a place for
you, I will come again and will take you
to myself, that where I am you may be
also.
(John 14:1-3).

June 25, 2005, 9:56pm

"The driver of a Harley Davidson motorcycle was taken to Hollywood's Memorial Regional Hospital with severe head injuries Saturday night after he was in collision with a car on southbound University Drive in Davie, according to Lt. Bill Bamford of the Davie Police Department."

June 26, 2005, 2:52am
I receive the first of many phone calls. It was my Dad. I didn't get to the phone before the machine picked up. Whatever he said was unintelligible. I looked at caller ID, saw that it was my Dad and called him back. I got his voice mail, and left a message. At this point, I had that sick feeling in my stomach, and was ready to vomit right then. My Dad called back and told me that my brother Lance was killed in an accident.

My brother is dead. I still can't comprehend it.

He was riding his bike, at night. A car pulled out of a parking lot right in front of him. The driver didn't see him. Lance had no time to react. He went over the front, and when he came down, he broke his neck. He had no head injuries. He was dead instantly.
My brother was an experienced rider; he'd been riding for 20 years or so. Goddamnit! Why don't people fucking LOOK?????? I'm angry. I know how much he loved it, but riding in South Florida is far different from riding in Delaware and the Massachusetts countryside. Fucking stubborn mule! I'm torn. I'm angry that he was on the bike, but in my heart, I know he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

I digress. I don't want to make this post about me and my feelings; i'll do that another day.

The good news (if there can even be any), is that there was very little head and facial damage, so we were able to have an open casket. As morbid as that sounds, it goes a long way in the grieving and healing process. It's an integral part of being able to say good-bye. I really half expected(more like WANTED) him to sit up and say, "Who took my Molson?". He would have that silly-ass grin on his face, and his eyes would be twinkling, like they always did.

Give Mom and the rest of the family loves and hugs from me. I know I'll see you all again.

Enjoy the long peaceful ride Brother; keep a cold one waiting for me.

I Love You Lanny.

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.