The day my brother Joe married his wife Allison, he decided it would be cool to hop on his motorcycle for a couple of professional pics in his tux. So he took off down the street in front of the house where we grew up. Unfortunately he skidded out on some wet leaves and he and the bike took a fall, shredding part of his pant leg and giving him some awful road rash.

My parents and his groomsmen helped clean him up and put him back together in time for the church ceremony. He walked down the aisle and waited for his beautiful, unknowing bride. Not realizing the videographer’s microphones would pick up his whispers on the altar, he quietly explained to Allison that he might need to visit the emergency room at some point that day.

Joe ended up braving through the day, even dancing and having a great time at the reception. But afterward, instead of spending their wedding night at a luxurious hotel, Allison and Joe went to the ER to get his leg stitched and wrapped. And went on to spend much of their Aruba honeymoon in a wheelchair! My brother was always a wild one but with the softest heart. He is so loved and missed by all of us.