I was very fortunate enough to see Erin O'Grady (I hear that was his real name) "Crash Holly," at a live WWF event (in the days before WWE) and enjoyed his performance immensely. Playing "Kissing cousins," with Molly proved to be a good distraction for both her and "The Hurricane." It was soo funny to watch. :-)
Farewell, you will be missed.
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Chapter 7: Goodbye to a Dear Friend
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The yellow rose tumbled onto the casket with a soft thud, as it was slowly lowered into the ground. Monica tightened her fist around Chris's black jacket. "If only he would have fixed those brakes, then he wouldn't have slammed into that tree. Erin kept saying he was going to fix them, but he never got around to it and now . . ."
"I know," Chris whispered against her hair.
A faraway look settled into Monica's eyes. "He died on the way to the hospital. I didn't understand why he didn't pick me up for our date that night, until the police called."
Chris tightened his hold on Monica's shoulder. "Come on, sis. We had better leave to head for the wake."
"No!" she whispered hoarsely. "I don't want to leave him, Chris!"
Chris enveloped Monica in a bear hug. "Honey, there's nothing we can do for Erin, now. All we have are the memories."
Chris looked upward into the dreary rain-drenched clouds. "It appears you too mourn for our dear friend. Goodbye, Erin."
Farewell, you will be missed.
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Chapter 7: Goodbye to a Dear Friend
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The yellow rose tumbled onto the casket with a soft thud, as it was slowly lowered into the ground. Monica tightened her fist around Chris's black jacket. "If only he would have fixed those brakes, then he wouldn't have slammed into that tree. Erin kept saying he was going to fix them, but he never got around to it and now . . ."
"I know," Chris whispered against her hair.
A faraway look settled into Monica's eyes. "He died on the way to the hospital. I didn't understand why he didn't pick me up for our date that night, until the police called."
Chris tightened his hold on Monica's shoulder. "Come on, sis. We had better leave to head for the wake."
"No!" she whispered hoarsely. "I don't want to leave him, Chris!"
Chris enveloped Monica in a bear hug. "Honey, there's nothing we can do for Erin, now. All we have are the memories."
Chris looked upward into the dreary rain-drenched clouds. "It appears you too mourn for our dear friend. Goodbye, Erin."