Early Sunday morning, my very dear friend Kevin Hillman wrecked his motorcycle and passed away. I found out Sunday afternoon and I’ve pretty much been in hiding. I’ve accomplished a little bit of work (thank goodness I have a job where I can work from my home), I attempted running yesterday but kept pulling over b/c I kept having bouts of tears stream down my face. I ran over to the Audubon b/c that’s where Kevin and I loved to have breakfast. We’d go to Kroger, get granola, fruits, yogurts, etc. and have an early morning picnic at our spot. We’d talk about girls, life, biking, working, you name it – we talked about it.
I could always count on Kevin to join me at the drop of a hat. If I woke up and wanted to hike, I could call him and he’d be over in his orange VW vintage pick-up, ready to go. If I wanted to go for a run, he’d be at my house at 8am with his running shoes on. Kevin had one of the biggest hearts in my life. Even if he didn’t know you that well, he’d give you the shirt off of his back b/c that’s just how we was. He was always kind and thoughtful and full of love. He was a bit lost in his life but I feel that’s just b/c he wanted to do so much and experience so much. I had complete faith he would figure it out – I mean, he was ONLY 24.
Kevin loved to bicycle. So many evenings and mornings, we’d ride. He helped me out so much with my Safe Routes to School. He absolutely loved helping little kids learn to ride bikes. He was a huge advocate for not only Consider biking but for the City of Columbus. He wanted more for this city. He wanted safe streets for bike riders. He even went to the National Bike Summit in D.C. this past year where he vowed he would continue to go every year b/c he was so inspired. We even just talked about our plans for going together next year and how he was all ready beginning to save up.
This post does nothing to convey how much Kevin meant to me but I did feel the need to at least share a little sliver of how amazing my friend was. The abruptness of his death is something that will take some time for me to grasp as I’m sure many of his other friends. The idea of never hearing his laugh again, never hearing his VW pick-up pull up outside my apt. or never giving him another hug is heart wrenching.
Here are some photos of Kevin. I love and miss you, my friend.