As we all know, Curt was always out looking for adventure. Tragically it took his life in the form of a Motercycle accident. He was speeding and lost control of his street bike and hit a pole, he was wearing a helmet but the pole crushed his chest. It still gives me nightmares when i remember the phone call that night and how helpless i felt. I was in Arizona going to college and by the time i made it home there was nothing for me to do but try to be there for my family. I definatly think that at that moment before he died, he was happy. He knew we all loved him and we all knew he loved us, nothing was left for us to wonder. He wanted to be a Firefighter, so we knew he wanted to donate. He always wanted to help other people so donating was another way he helped. (From your sis)