I'm here trying to understand why my husbands life was taken so quickly. He was a good man and touched so many lives. He was always there to help and lend a hand to anyone who would ask. He was an avid cyclist and would ride his bike on the weekends about 30 miles to the beach and back with a few friends for the last 25 years of his life. On this particular Sunday of August 5, 2012 he was in the wrong place as a petty thief crossed his path in the intersection not even 3 min from where he lived. He was hit and killed instantly along with his longtime riding friend of 25 years. He owned a business and has 2 sons and 1 daughter all married along with 3 grandkids. I to this day am still trying to understand why.