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Oct 25, 2017 Latest post:
Jan 20, 2018
Welcome to our CaringBridge website. We are using it to keep family and friends updated in one place. We appreciate your support and words of hope and encouragement. Thank you for visiting. It started out as a beautiful October Sunday morning. We woke up doing the normal things. While I was working on my schoolwork, Geno decided to go into work to help prepare for a job the next day. He planned to meet a friend later that day to take a ride. At around 9:55 in the morning, Geno gave me a kiss goodbye and left to go to work on his motorcycle. As he walked outside he ran into a neighbor who said beautiful day for a ride. He said "yeah it is" with his awesome chuckle. I decided to shower to be ready for his return. During that time I began to feel sick and nauseated. I finished my shower and was ready to check on Geno. I saw someone outside walking around our back area. Me being the nosy one looks to see what was going on and I realized it was another neighbor who had a small child and I figured she was looking for him. Again with my nosiness, I looked out the window and saw some blue and red lights . I thought maybe it was workers putting in a new light down the road and as I stood there, I started to call Geno and open the screen door. He did not answer the phone. I started to text and instead did a find my iPhone. Now I am closer to the wooded area between me and the road. I noticed on my find my iPhone app that Geno's location is right where I am and I know those lights are for him. I run through the wooded area and see his bike laying on the road. I stop while all the emergency workers sort of look at me. I look to the right see the saddle bag emptied on the road I wonder where he is and what had happened. He's in the ambulance and I don't know what is going on. They tell me it looks like someone made a left in front of him and instead of impact he layed the bike down. This is how our journal begins.