Joey and Daniel Muhs accident fund
Hello dear friends, we are Sean and Holly Gillespie. We are here to raise money to help the Muhs family pay for Memorial, Funeral and Medical expenses.
Tragicly on July 30 of this year, Daniel Muhs (father) and his sweet little boy Joey, age 10 were in a horrific and tragic motorcycle sidecar accident. Pore little Joey was fatally injured and died at the scene dispite all that Holly and I could do for him. Thankfuly Holly was able to resuscitate Daniel as he lay upside down along a treeline on an embankment after being ejected from what remained of his motorcycle. Daniel has suffered numerous injuries. Compound fracture of his right femur just above the knee, both right tibia and fibia are fractured, and his L1 in his back is fractured. Including multiple lacerations. Daniel was air lifted to Miami Valley Hospital in Dayton, Ohio. And has undergone several surgeries to repair the damage. He is suffering pain both physically and emotionally trying to cope with the death of his only child. Once medically stable enough, Daniel will be transported the 275 miles back to his home town of Olney, Illinois.
Funds will be used to help pay for Joeys funeral and memorial expenses. We would very much also like to see an out poring of support from the Ural comunity, friends and the hometown comunity in loving memory of this beautiful and sweet little boy who has passed away much to early. Joey touched the heart of everyone he met. The world is truly a darker place without his shining happieness.
The remaining funds will go to help pay Daniel's emergency air lift, hospital stay, extensive medical and surgery bills, wound care supplies and medical devices. As well as hopefully assist in the families daily house hold expenses. Daniel has a long road of recovery and he surely needs our help as friends. Holly and I are commited to this cause. We had become friends to Joey and Daniel. We witnessed this tragic accident, and we provided emergency medical care. Holly continued assisting the local fire and rescue with Daniels care, while I remained with Joey after he had passed away. To see you folks donate and show your support will help all of us cope with such a tragedy. I know that the goal is set high however even the smallest amount will be appreciated. Even if you are unable to donate please send a kind message for the Muhs family to show your support.
Thank you for taking your time to read this GoFundMe request.
We arrive to pick up Dan and Diane at there house and Holly and I give them a small statue of an Angel kneeling in prayer. So they know that there little boy will always be with then and forever in our prayers. On the way to funeral home we go, with me following the Muhs family on the Ural. Once there photographs of Joey and flowers adorn the room. as Joey's earthly ash remains sit ever so peacefully in a beautiful wooden urn. Next to it lay a maroon beret that I had once wore as a Paratrooper. I had given it to his parents to place with him. As I believe he would have mad a great soldier one day. I dawned my beret and gave Joey one final salute. A salute he had earned in life and will never have the opportunity to stand before a proud military leader and receive.
As time passed hundreds of mourners passed by Joey. All filled with sorrow and grief. Showing the Muhs family just how much he was loved and will be missed. In the background you could hear the rumbling and whirring of motorcycle engines as one after an other pulled in behind my Pacific blue Ural. Then came time for Father Rowe to begin the ceremony. He spoke of how full of life Joey was and the joys and laughter he brought those around him. How even in death Joey lives on in eternal happiness. I can't help but to think that he's walking patrol with soldiers in harms way, Protecting them from danger, or watching over Grandma and whispering in her ear "I love you", or sneaking into mommy and Daddy's room at night and giving them kisses on there foreheads while they sleep, or sitting beside Grandpa saying he misses the old truck can we go back to get it?, or just maybe clearing my way of rain as I ride my motorcycles. either way he's watching out for us all I'm sure.
Diane and Dan were gracious enough to allow me to give Joey's eulogy. I simply spoke from my heart, hope that I did well, and I hope that I made Joey proud.
We head for Crest Haven Memorial Park. Over a hundred motorcycles spanning a half mile or more. Still the rains hold out. Once there I ask Dan if he'd mind me taking Joey for a ride in the sidecar, Jokingly of course, but I can't help wonder if Joey would have enjoyed that. Both Marilyn and Urban gave me a big hug. And I said to them "Jesus himself has held off the rain. But you wait and see, as soon as the service is over. The Heavens will weep with tears and the rains will fall". And true to my word as Holly and I exited Crest Haven. The Heavens cried with tears for Joey. And Holly and I shouted for Joy, because we know. we know Joey touched the face of God.
That evening Holly and I said our goodbyes to the Muhs family and left for home in a steady rain. As we left town and headed out on to SR 50 East we past by Joey's final resting site at Crest Haven. I quietly thought to myself "Joey you will never be forgotten". Within minutes the rains had stopped and the skies lightened to reveal openings in the clouds as the Western sky turned pink and orange with the glow of the sun. I enjoyed a beautiful sunset ride with not a drop of rain the rest of the way home. How does one explain that Dan? He's still with us! So give him a little wink whenever you walk by his room, when you feel the tingling chill on the back of your neck, or that warm rush that flows through you body on a cold nights motorcycle ride. He's telling you he loves you.
Joey's Grand parents played a intrical part of his up bringing. While Joey's parents worked. Diane being a High School English teacher and Dan working in the electrical calibration and lighting field. Marilyn would provide full time daycare during the summer and holidays while taking him and pick him up every school day during school season. All the while as Grandpa would take him to his shop, fishing and all the other places that we once loved to go with our Grandpa. what a luck and loved little boy he was. We then drove past Dan and Diane's house. With a big play land in the back yard, yet no more child to play on. Sorrow filled my heart and tears fill my eyes as I pass by. I laid on the unmistakable Ural horn to let Dan know that I was passing by. We continued on to Urban's beautiful house. The house that Joey once called the castle because of the stoned knocks that adorn the side of the house. Urban opens the garage door and has me pull the Ural in for the night because of the threat of rain. Marilyn comes out to the garage and gives me a big hug. I can see the distress on her face and sorrow in her eyes, knowing that this tragedy has struck her and Urban as much as both Dan and Diane. This was and is a truly loving family.
I freshened up a little after a long hot ride then Urban and I headed over to see Dan and Diane. Once there I got to meet Lilly, Joey's puppy. I can't help but wonder what must be going through Lilly's mind. Forever wait to see her boy. Does she go to his room, the back yard to find him, or stair at the front door wait, waiting for Joey to walk through a give her some lovins?
As I walk in I give Diane a big hug. I truly feel she is the rock that holds us all together at times. She such a strong and compassionate woman even in her time of suffering. Then there's or friend Dan aka:Burt1713 sitting in his wheel car, with his abused, broken, and swollen leg and foot elevated. For those of you that didn't know, Dan's lower leg sheared off the valve cover of his Ural "Wood Moose" and his entire leg had to have been smashed between the tug and hack for those few seconds before the hack was torn from the tug. He also sports a very fashionable white whole body back-brace for his broken L1. A big handshake and a not so manly hug was in order. I delivered all the mail you great Ural friends had sent. Dan and Diane were overwhelmed with you kind words and generosity as was I. Thank you folks for caring. This should stand as a lesson to how well the Soviet Steeds forum is greatest forum with some of the best folks out there. Getting to know Dan a little better has opened my eye's up to a man with so many talents. He is a fabulous designer, fabricator, and wood worker. very technical and precise. This man can build anything. We spoke of his net Ural. Both him and Diane are going to carry on with Joey's love of the Ural. They plan on ordering a CT painted in gloss Sahara tan with a blacked out engine. I'm jealous!!! I truly believe this will help relieve some of the sorrow and loss.
As I walk into Joey's bedroom, I was overwhelmed with grief. To see his toys, his bed, nightstand and posters on the walls. So much reminded me of my 12 year old son Max's room. how can this be? How could we have lost such a sweet little boy such as Joey? If only his Mother, his Father or his Grandparents could have know the last day he stepped from his room would be his last. If only they had the chance to give him that one last big hug and those many kisses goodbye.
Urban and I returned to his house just in time as Holly arrived, driving in from work in Indianapolis, IN. We sat and listen to Urban and Marilyn tell us all about Joey and thank us for being there for there Son and Grandson. It was a tearful conversation indeed. Later on the evening Dan's sister Angie arrived with her two children a short time later, and we sat down late that night for dinner. And I must thank all those who had brought food for the family during these trying times. Overwhelmed with grief and making funeral arrangements. This kind gesture ease much of the burden.
That night before bed I gave Urban, Marilyn and Angie Memory bands that I had made, by a former Marine in Arizona (thank you Don D.). It is tradition in the military to wear such memory bands for a fallen soldier. And since Joey loved the military it just seems fitting. So in the color blue, Joey's favorite, his name, age, birth date, and day of passing is adorned to the sides by his signature moose. Along with the words "Moose Up" to represent or unending promise to never forget this wonderful child.
Ok people, listen up! Dan Muhs and Diane Muhs have requested motorcycles for Joey's funeral procession NEXT Saturday Aug 13. Leaving from the Patterson Kistler funeral home in Olney, IL. That means if you have a bike of any sort, BE THERE! Details of exact times will be posted as I get them, but funeral is currently planned for noon, Saturday Aug 13. I'll be on a bike, you should be too! Let's show some support to a great family! #MOOSESTRONG!
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I don't really know what to say, I stopped by Mrs. Muhs house four days before I shipped and me and her little boy talked about milliary and how he had though about it. Mrs Muhs I pray for for you. And Joey rest in peace little guy.
My husband met Joey and Daniel at Heindel that day. We also have a 10 year old son. I happened to be outside in Kettering and saw the careflight helicopter fly over to the hospital. I had no idea who was in it at the time, but prayed for that person. My thoughts and prayers are with the whole family and friends. We are doing what we can to help share this page, and as you can see, I have changed my fb profile pic to a moose.
From Bolivia, my sympathies.
Dan and Diane you are in our prayers and heave on our hearts. We will truly miss Joey. He was always good for a great conversation and was so kind. Dan you both are a true blessing to our cubscout pack. It won't be the same without Joey! I pray that you Dan have a quick recovery. And that both of you know that there is so many people that love you and are looking out for you. We have prayed for you all everyday since this horrible accident. If there is any thing at all we can do just let us know. Love, The Fisher Family