In the end, the important part is that we, who are left behind, have lost a part of ourselves. Troy was an especially lively person, the one who organized a new ride that everyone then found to be one of their favorites. When we descended from the wonderful climb up Mt Laguna that he put together, it was a party. We hooted and hollered, and screamed down from the top. I remember he had just got a new video camera that he had mounted on his handlebars to record the descent. He was the one who had the latest and coolest gadget. And he was always so proud of having got a great deal on it.
The church was filled with his friends and acquaintances, and especially with those who were friends and acquantances of Troy's family and closest friends.
Several weeks aftet the memorial service, I ran across some UCC Cyclery teammates of Troy and I learned how Troy died. He had been shooting a classic shotgun, I think one that had belonged to his grandfather, and a shell got lodged in the chamber. He took the gun home and later was trying to dislodge the shell, when the gun went off and hit him in the chest. God, what a waste! RIP, Troy.