Biographical Poetry posted December 6, 2022

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Travis; a Christmas Bonus

by Debi Pick Marquette

The Christmas Bonus Contest Winner 

It was after midnight when the phone started to ring

A year ago flashed in my head, and I could feel the sting

My husband answered it, and on his face I saw such dread

He held me, as he said these words, "our nephew, Trav is dead"

How could that be, he's just eighteen, a senior in high school

We lost his dad a year ago, God couldn't be that cruel

My little brother, Denny also meant the world to me

Now you say that his son died, when his car hit a tree

They took him to the hospital, mom, Shelly by his side

She got to say goodbye to him, before her sweet son died

December 8th and 15th, father, son, one year apart  

I wasn't sure that I'd survive, life with a shattered heart

The Sunday before Christmas, my family gets together

Shelly and both kids showed up, in spite of the bad weather

She told of three terminal kids, they too, wouldn't see diplomas

But with his organs, he gave them, Hope as a Christmas Bonus

The Christmas Bonus
Contest Winner



Every year at South Brooke Gulf Course in Annandale, MN, a Benefit Fund raiser is put on where you pay $100.00 to golf or just donate to the Travis Pick Scholarship Foundation, where every year a Senior at Apollo HS is picked as the recipient.
Travis continues to give in his death as he did while alive. His organs have helped countless others.
Appropriately so, he was voted as the kindest most giving Senior before his death in 2016.

Today, December 8th is the 7 year anniversary of Travis's death. On the 15th will be Denny's and he too was killed in a tragic crash; a snowstorm that he was driving in, on the freeway when the visibility was gone, and he drove head on into a tow truck that was pulling a vehicle out of the ditch. Nobody else was hurt, thank God. However it snapped and broke his neck. But the state trooper said that he said not to worry, that he heard our mother's voice calling him and he was going home to be with her. Those words were somewhat hard to hear, but still comforting.

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