The last few days I've been writing the story of my life before iKeith. Before I moved to Denver, I was married to Billy Joe and I lived on a 660 acre ranch. I recently found pictures from that life and I was going to write about it. The story is hard for me because it was full of such turmoil. When I moved to Denver, I was running away from a life that I thought I was stuck in. A life I didn't think I'd survive.
So...I started writing the story a few days ago, starting at the beginning and the day I met Billy Joe. This afternoon when I was googling the songs that were popular that day, I realized I hadn't googled his name in a while. I google his name occasionally because he has a bad habit of getting arrested for not having a drivers license and drinking while driving. Even though we've been divorced for 12 years I still worried about him hurting someone or himself.
I don't have to worry anymore. He did.
I googled his name this afternoon and saw that he died on June 10th from injuries sustained in a car accident. My heart practically stopped! This is what I'd been afraid of and never wanted to see! I read further and learned that he ran a stop sign on a country road and the man that hit him died too.
According to the obituary he has a wife and a son. I'd always hoped he would get his life together and not be a danger to himself and others. There was a time when I loved him so much and he was my whole life. In a way, I'm relieved that he can't hurt anyone else. And I guess this chapter of my life is finally over. I don't have to worry about him anymore.
RIP Billy Joe.