Tribute to Tyler
I walked into the shop this morning and instinctively knew something was different. Something was missing, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I sat down to wait for my mechanic to come into the shop from the garage. But he didn’t come, and this morning found out that he passed away a few months ago. Tyler was only 28 years old. Initially, I thought that maybe he had passed away from an illness, which would have been sad in and of itself, but I soon learned that he actually committed suicide by hanging himself. That sobering reality created an even deeper sting within me. Tyler was someone who would give others the shirt off of his back. Someone who switched his own schedule multiple times in order to accommodate mine. Someone who would do additional needed repairs without charging me for them. Someone who would speak to those calling or coming into the shop in the kindest, most respectful manner, no matter how much he was juggling at one time. Someone who knew that he could hav...
