Prayer up for Edd and family.
Prayer up for Edd and family.
For those of you that do not know him....Edd Hendee Sr.is the owner of Taste of Texas Restaurant in Houston, Texas and the morning host of the Edd Hendee Show on KSEV.
What beautiful kids!
So sorry. I don’t know who this is, but prayers for his soul and his family’s strength.
What beautiful children. He can still father, but from heaven now. I will pray for his soul and for his family.
Edd Hendee Jr was a graduate if the Naval Academy and Harvard.
So sad, yes prayers indeed.
How very sad. I wonder if it would have made a difference if he was wearing a helmet.
RIP. Prayers for his family.
The ski industry is very quiet about all the losses in the sport. We lost two here in Maine this week.
Bless the family in their grief
I just heard this on the morning show. I’m so sorry for Edd and the loss of his son. His whole family must be so devastated. It’s hard enough to lose a loved one, but when you lose one of your own children - I can’t even begin to imagine the pain.
My prayers and thoughts go out to all of them during such a difficul time. :o(
I “made” my kid wear a helmut when riding his bicycle... he really disliked it, especially when he considered the fact that nearly every other kid in town did not wear one. In time, he became confortable in a helmet and eventually, grew to embrace the security of the protective shell encompassing his head. What was the catalyst? I had watched a daytime tv show, where the program consisted of preventable childhood tragedies being discussed by parents that had lost their children in such fatal “accidents.” One woman described how her twelve year old daughter stopped her bike at a stop sign, lost her balance and toppled over, only to have her head strike the curb. Just that quick, a blow to her head killed her.
Tough as nails bull riders are starting to recognize the value in head protection.
As a helmet wearing skydiver, I’d definitely want a helmet when going up against a tree. In a twisted admonition to be safe, skydivers remind one another that if you kill yourself skydiving, you’ll look like an idiot to your peers and you won’t be able to ever skydive again. Reminds the brave to be ever cautious in the pursuit of their endeavor, or be prepared to pay the ultimate price.
A beautiful life has been snuffed out, and perhaps, just perhaps, in this instance, an ounce of prevention might have delivered a pound of cure. Easy to say all of this from the command and control center of a keyboard warrior’s observation post.
I was really saddened to hear this. Edd Sr. is my all-time favorite radio host.
This resonates. Feb. 7, 1971, Sunday morning, clear, sunny in Southern California. My 29 year old brother in law went off to the swap meet with the three kids in the VW van. My sister got the call. Someone ran a red light. Her husband was unconscious as well as her three kids. Feb. 14th her husband died, having never regained consiousness. Her daughter was in a full body cast for six months. The kids were ultimately okay. But the psychological scar on all of the extended family never goes away entirely. We are always blessed and cursed with that very real knowledge that any given moment can unexpectedly change everything forever. It makes us appreciate all the more. That is the blessing. The rest of it is just not good.
Gut wrenching news for a wonderful, loving Christian family. Prayers continuing.