This was literally the scariest weekend of my life. I thought my husband was dead. This is the story...I was sitting on the couch watching TV on Saturday during the day. Walt comes into the apartment and says, "Have you heard?" I hadn't and so he told me that Tyler had been in a motrocycle accident. He didn't know if he was okay, the policeman that called him just said that he was at the emergency room. Tyler never wears his helmet (ARE YOU SERIOUS??!!) and so I of course thought that my husband would be dead shortly or that he was brain dead. I started bawling, got dressed and raced to the hospital. It was the scariest moment of my life. I got there and the crisis worker kept us updated and said that Tyler was talking and that he was coherent.They had to take a CAT Scan and X-Rays but we could finally go back and see him after about 45 minutes. It sure was great to see my husband alive! It turns out he doesn't have any broken bones or brain damage. He should count his lucky stars because someone was watching over him. What happened was: He was on his way home from a meeting to eat lunch. The car in front of him slammed on her breaks and he didn't have enough time to react so he ran into the back of her car and got launched off his motorcycle. His leg got caught in the rear lights and a huge scoop of his leg was torn off. He was taken to the hospital, and he had to get a lot of stiches and tests, but now he is okay. The picture above is a little preview of how he's looking right now. I told him if he ever rides his motorcycle without a helmet, I will personally take a bat to his motorcycle and destroy it. Fair enough? I don't want to become a widow anytime soon.






















