This year, my husband David and I celebrated the
22nd birthday of a man we had never met. His name was Tracy Bill Marsh, a tall
1 young man who worked in a pizza shop.
2 summer, he was supposed to have been
best man at his 3 wedding. But on the
night of 4 8, 1992, Tracy got off work
and stood in the pizza shop’s parking lot talking to friends. Tracy 5 up on the hood of a friend’s car, as they had
done a hundred times before. This time, 6 , Tracy lost his balance and fell. His head 7
the pavement, hard. One of his friends rushed
inside to call an 8 , then he phoned
Tracy’s father, Bill Marsh. Bill raced to the hospital,
9 he was joined by Tracy’s mother, Cory. She knew from the
way the doctors talked that there was little hope. Tracy had a 10 skull—one doctor said he had never seen one so
bad.