Loss of a brother

Sunday March 26 was a day I will not soon forget. It started about as normal as any other had the last 8 months. Off to precept for class from my own department to another. After working a call I was notified that one of my co-workers and friends at my deparment had been involved in a fatal motorcycle accident. His name was Josh Olenik. He was 24 years old. I feel like I have been kicked right square in the center of the chest. It hasn't really sunk in yet. I will never get the chance to tell him good bye. I talked to him the evening before his accident and when I hung up the phone all I told him was "see you later". Of course he said the same thing back to me. I wish now I had been able to shake his hand one last time or tell him good bye to his face. Josh was a part-time police officer, a volunteer firefighter, and an EMT full-time for us. He lived his life to help others. He said to me once that he wanted to die either on a call or on his bike. I guess he got his wish. He will always be remembered by those of us in the dept that knew him. I started writing this the day that Josh died, I unfortunately was unable to complete it the day I started it. Now a little more than a week has passed. I'm exhausted, bewildered and mostly numb.