Alex's fearless life
by Anne Metzger
My oldest and only son Alex, a 22-year old college senior, died three weeks ago in plane crash with three of his friends. They died on take-off in the little plane. The plane crashed at 1:20am and wasn't discovered until 6:30am. The airport cant afford to be manned around the clock.
Alex was home from college and staying with me, his mother, for the summer. He was a handsome and a well liked person. He grew up in our little community and the death of all four young men truly impacted our small city.
Alex was considered by most as the activity director and ring leader for things to do in this small town on any given night. He was creative, brilliant in school and the girls swooned over him.
Alex loved his two younger sisters whom he counseled on a regular basis on dating, the importance of education and be accountable for your behavior. He also treated me with great love and tenderness. I was a single mom raising him alone since the age of 8.
I miss him so much. But his fearless attitude toward life left me with a feeling that he would never reach a ripe old age. It was all good clean fun but dare devil fun. The instacare and emergency room knew us well. Snowboarding, bmx jumping, motorcycles, car accidents, paintball contests and so much more.
I love him so much. It is painful. The night he died, I got to help him double check his hair style to ensure it was perfect, that his outfit was "good" and tell him I loved him. That was a blessing because the other parents hadn't seen their sons that day of the accidents. I got to say goodbye and hug him.