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In Loving Memory of Tristen Till

CORUNNA, Ind. — With heavy hearts, family, friends, and the entire community mourn the tragic loss of Tristen Till, 28, of Waterloo, whose life was taken far too soon in a devastating crash early Friday morning in DeKalb County.

According to the DeKalb County Sheriff’s Department, the accident occurred shortly before 5 a.m. on U.S. 6 just west of County Road 19, east of Corunna. In the quiet hours before sunrise, a collision changed lives forever. A preliminary investigation determined that a westbound car veered into the eastbound lane, colliding head-on with a pickup truck. The impact was catastrophic.

Tristen’s vehicle came to rest on the berm and caught fire. Emergency responders arrived swiftly and worked to extinguish the flames. Despite their efforts, Tristen was removed from the vehicle and pronounced dead at the scene. The pickup truck involved in the crash rolled and came to rest upright in a nearby ditch. Its driver, though shaken and sore, declined medical treatment.

The crash forced the closure of U.S. 6 for several hours as investigators worked to piece together the details of the tragedy and ensure the safety of the roadway.

But beyond the flashing lights, the investigative reports, and the road closures, there is a deeper story — the story of a young man whose life mattered.

At just 28 years old, Tristen Till had dreams still unfolding and chapters yet to be written. He was a son, a friend, a neighbor — someone whose presence brought meaning to those who knew him. In Waterloo and the surrounding communities, his name will not be remembered for the circumstances of his passing, but for the life he lived.

Those who loved Tristen speak of his spirit — the conversations shared, the laughter exchanged, the everyday moments that now feel priceless. Whether through a simple smile, a helping hand, or quiet companionship, he left an imprint on hearts that will never fade.

Tragedies like this remind us how fragile life can be. A routine drive before dawn became a moment that altered families forever. As the community grieves, many are holding Tristen’s loved ones close in prayer, thought, and support, hoping to offer comfort in a time of unimaginable sorrow.

In the days ahead, there will be services, gatherings, and shared memories. Stories will be told — of who Tristen was, what he loved, and the joy he brought into the world. Though his life ended far too soon, the love surrounding him endures.

As Waterloo and DeKalb County reflect on this heartbreaking loss, may we all be reminded to cherish one another more deeply, to drive carefully, and to hold tight to those we love.

Rest peacefully, Tristen Till.

You will be missed more than words can ever express, but remembered always with love.

In Loving Memory of Jeaniettra Avonne Jones

Moncks Corner, South Carolina — With heavy hearts, family, friends, and the entire community mourn the tragic and untimely passing of Jeaniettra Avonne Jones, 34, whose life was taken far too soon in a fatal auto versus pedestrian accident on North Highway 52 in Bonneau during the early morning hours of February 27, 2026.

According to the Berkeley County Coroner’s Office, authorities were notified at approximately 3:10 a.m. of the devastating incident. Jeaniettra was pronounced deceased at the scene as a result of the severe injuries she sustained. The loss has sent shockwaves through Moncks Corner and the surrounding Berkeley County community, leaving many struggling to comprehend the suddenness of this heartbreaking tragedy.

Emergency personnel from the Berkeley County Sheriff’s Office, South Carolina Highway Patrol, Berkeley County Emergency Medical Services, and North Berkeley Fire & Rescue responded swiftly to the scene, working diligently and professionally in the midst of difficult circumstances. The incident remains under active investigation by the Coroner’s Office and the South Carolina Highway Patrol.

But beyond the reports and official statements is a life — a vibrant, meaningful life — that touched countless hearts.

A Life Remembered

Jeaniettra Avonne Jones was more than a name in a report. She was a daughter, a friend, a neighbor, and a cherished member of her community. At 34 years old, she had already built a life filled with connections, laughter, and love. Those who knew her describe her as warm-hearted, resilient, and compassionate — someone who showed up for others without hesitation.

Her smile had a way of brightening rooms. Her presence brought comfort. Whether through kind words, shared laughter, or simple gestures of care, Jeaniettra left a lasting impression on everyone fortunate enough to know her.

A Community in Mourning

The tragedy along North Highway 52 has deeply affected residents of Moncks Corner and Bonneau. Fatal pedestrian accidents are especially heartbreaking, as they often unfold in a matter of seconds yet leave lifelong impacts. Today, the community stands united in grief, offering prayers, love, and support to Jeaniettra’s family during this unimaginable time.

As investigators work to determine the circumstances surrounding the collision, loved ones are focused on remembering the woman behind the headlines — a life that mattered, a spirit that shined, and a story that will never be forgotten.

Honoring Her Memory

In moments like these, words feel small in comparison to the loss. Yet remembrance is powerful. It keeps a person’s legacy alive in conversations, in shared memories, and in the love that continues long after they are gone.

Jeaniettra’s life reminds us of the fragility of each day and the importance of holding our loved ones close. Her memory will live on in the hearts of those who knew her — in the stories they tell, the laughter they recall, and the quiet moments when they reflect on her impact.

To her family, may you find strength in the love that surrounds you.

To her friends, may her memory bring both tears and smiles.

To the community, may we continue to support one another in compassion and unity.

Rest peacefully, Jeaniettra Avonne Jones. You are loved. You are missed. You will never be forgotten.

In Loving Memory of Ray and Beverly Drzewiecki

FENTON TOWNSHIP, Mich. — In the stillness of early Thursday morning, a devastating fire claimed the lives of two beloved members of the community, leaving neighbors heartbroken and a family forever changed. Ray Drzewiecki, 66, and his wife, Beverly Drzewiecki, 64, were found inside their home after it became engulfed in flames in the 3100 block of Ponemah Drive, across from the south shore of Lake Ponemah.

According to authorities, the fire was reported around 5:20 a.m., prompting a rapid response from local emergency crews. By the time firefighters arrived, the house was consumed by heavy flames. Despite their efforts and the eventual containment of the fire, Ray and Beverly were discovered inside the home they had built their lives in together. Several of their beloved dogs were also found deceased, a heartbreaking detail that speaks to the deep bond the couple shared with their pets.

Chris Swanson, Sheriff of Genesee County, confirmed that the couple’s bodies were transported to the Genesee County Medical Examiner’s Office for autopsies to help determine the exact cause of death. “We know something happened inside,” Swanson said. “We are trying to find out what those answers are, so it’s going to take some time.” He also assured the public that there is no ongoing danger to the Fenton community.

While investigators work carefully to uncover what led to this tragic event, those who knew Ray and Beverly are left reflecting not on the flames, but on the warmth they brought into the lives of others.

Ray Drzewiecki was known as a steady and dependable presence — someone who offered a helping hand without hesitation and whose quiet strength spoke volumes. Beverly Drzewiecki carried a spirit of kindness and compassion, especially evident in her love for animals. Their home near Lake Ponemah was more than just a residence; it was a sanctuary filled with laughter, loyalty, and the joyful energy of their dogs. The couple’s devotion to their pets reflected the tenderness and care that defined their lives together.

Married for many years, Ray and Beverly built a partnership rooted in love and shared purpose. They were the kind of couple neighbors admired — always together, always supportive, always ready with a friendly greeting. Whether tending to their home, enjoying the beauty of the lake nearby, or spending time with their animals, they lived a life of quiet fulfillment and connection.

The loss of their dogs alongside them adds another layer of sorrow to an already heartbreaking tragedy. For those who understand the unconditional love between people and their pets, it is a painful reminder of how deeply intertwined their lives were. They were a family in every sense of the word.

As autopsies and investigations continue, the focus for their loved ones remains on honoring their memory. Grief now fills the spaces where warmth once lived. A driveway sits empty. A porch light no longer flickers on in the early dawn. Yet memories endure — of shared holidays, of backyard conversations, of loyal companionship and steadfast love.

The Fenton Township community mourns alongside the Drzewiecki family. In moments like this, neighbors draw closer, offering prayers, comfort, and support to one another. Though the cause of the fire is still under investigation, what remains certain is the impact Ray and Beverly had on the lives around them.

Today, we remember Ray Drzewiecki and Beverly Drzewiecki not for the tragedy that ended their lives, but for the years they lived with devotion, kindness, and love. May their souls rest in peace. May their family find strength in the days ahead. And may the memory of their bond — with each other and with their cherished pets — forever shine brighter than the flames that took them too soon.

In Loving Memory of Dale Bradley

CHARLOTTE HALL, Md. — In the quiet early hours of Thursday, February 26, 2026, tragedy struck along Maryland Route 234, also known as Budds Creek Road, near Stines Store Road. What began as an ordinary morning for many became a heartbreaking moment for the family and loved ones of 72-year-old Dale Bradley of King George, Virginia.

At approximately 6 a.m., troopers from the Maryland State Police La Plata Barrack, alongside deputies from the Charles County Sheriff’s Office, responded to reports of a serious motor vehicle collision. Due to the severity of the incident, the Maryland State Police CRASH Team was called to assume the investigation and carefully piece together the circumstances surrounding the crash.

Preliminary findings indicate that a 2016 Mazda 6, operated by 22-year-old Nathan Cooper of Mechanicsville, Maryland, was traveling westbound on Maryland Route 234. At the same time, Mr. Bradley was driving his 2000 Chevrolet Blazer eastbound along the same stretch of road. For reasons that remain under investigation, the Mazda reportedly crossed the centerline and collided head-on with Mr. Bradley’s vehicle.

Despite the swift response of first responders and emergency personnel, Dale Bradley was pronounced deceased at the scene. The suddenness of his passing has left a profound void in the hearts of his family, friends, and community members who knew and loved him.

Dale Bradley was more than the circumstances of that tragic morning. At 72 years old, he carried a lifetime of experiences, memories, and relationships. He was a man who had seen decades of change, who had built connections and made an impact in ways both big and small. Whether as a devoted family member, a loyal friend, a neighbor, or a colleague, his presence mattered. His wisdom, stories, and steady spirit were gifts to those around him.

For his loved ones, the pain of loss is immeasurable. A chair now sits empty at family gatherings. Conversations once filled with his voice now echo with cherished memories. The routines of daily life are forever altered. Yet even in grief, there is gratitude — gratitude for the years shared, the laughter exchanged, and the love that endures beyond a single moment in time.

Meanwhile, Nathan Cooper was transported by helicopter to Capital Region Hospital in Largo, Maryland, by the Maryland State Police Aviation Command’s Trooper 7, suffering serious but non-life-threatening injuries. As investigators continue their work, the focus remains on understanding exactly what occurred on that stretch of road.

This heartbreaking incident serves as a solemn reminder of how fragile life can be and how quickly circumstances can change. Each day is precious. Every journey, no matter how routine, carries value because of the lives behind the wheel.

Today, we remember Dale Bradley not solely for the tragedy that claimed him, but for the life he lived. We remember a man who reached 72 years with stories untold, lessons learned, and love given. We honor his memory by holding his family close in prayer and thought, by driving with greater care and compassion, and by cherishing those we hold dear.

May his soul rest in eternal peace. May his family find strength in one another. And may the legacy of his life — the kindness he showed, the moments he shared, and the love he gave — continue to live on in the hearts of all who knew him.

In Honor of Sergeant First Class David Allen

Today, a chair sits empty at the Luchals dinner table, and our hearts are heavy with both grief and gratitude. We pause not only to mourn a tremendous loss, but to honor a life of service, leadership, and lasting impact. Today we recognize the extraordinary legacy of Sergeant First Class David Allen — a decorated Army Chef, mentor, and leader whose influence shaped thousands of culinary Soldiers and forever elevated the standard of excellence within the United States Army.

SFC David Allen was far more than a master of his craft. As a proud 92G — an Army Culinary Specialist — he embodied what it meant to serve with precision, discipline, and pride. Throughout his distinguished military career, he trained and developed generations of culinary professionals, leaving an indelible mark on the Army’s food service community. His impact was not confined to a single duty station or class of Soldiers; it was far-reaching, extending across installations, competitions, and kitchens around the world.

During his time at Fort Carson, SFC Allen played a pivotal role in shaping and mentoring countless Soldiers. His kitchens were not merely places where meals were prepared — they were classrooms of leadership. Standards were high. Expectations were clear. Growth was not optional; it was required. He demanded excellence not to intimidate, but to prepare. He understood that discipline in the kitchen translated to discipline in life and on the battlefield.

He taught far more than recipes, knife skills, or plating techniques. He instilled accountability when no one was watching. He built resilience in the face of pressure. He cultivated integrity in every action. He reinforced that pride in the craft was not arrogance — it was respect for the uniform, the mission, and the Soldiers being served. Under his leadership, culinary competitions were not simply events; they were opportunities to sharpen discipline, teamwork, and confidence.

Among those profoundly influenced by his mentorship was Chef Lucas, who had the distinct honor of training directly under SFC Allen’s leadership. Competing together in American Culinary Federation Army culinary competitions and serving side by side in uniform, SFC Allen helped mold and refine the very foundation that shaped Chef Lucas into the chef and leader she is today. His guidance was steady. His expectations were unwavering. His belief in developing others was intentional and deeply personal.

The standards upheld at Luchals — precision, consistency, integrity, and leading from the front — are not accidental. They are deeply rooted in the military training, discipline, and example set by SFC Allen. Every dish executed with care reflects the lessons he taught. Every service delivered with excellence echoes his voice. Every leader developed within the organization carries forward a piece of his mentorship.

His influence extended beyond technique. He built confidence in young Soldiers who doubted themselves. He corrected with purpose, praised with sincerity, and led with authenticity. He understood that leadership was not about rank alone — it was about responsibility. Responsibility to train. Responsibility to protect standards. Responsibility to leave people better than you found them.

Today, though a seat at the table remains empty, his presence is still felt. It is felt in the cadence of a well-run kitchen. It is felt in the quiet focus before a service begins. It is felt in the pride of a Soldier standing tall in uniform. His legacy lives on in every 92G he trained, every competition team he prepared, and every kitchen influenced by his unwavering commitment to excellence.

Sergeant First Class David Allen’s life was one of service — to his country, to his Soldiers, and to his craft. His leadership built more than skilled chefs; it built disciplined professionals and confident leaders. His standards remain the benchmark. His mentorship remains the blueprint.

We honor him not only with words, but with action — by upholding the standards he demanded, by leading as he led, and by serving with the same pride and integrity he exemplified every day.

Rest easy, Sergeant First Class David Allen.

Your watch may be over, but your legacy continues in every kitchen you shaped and every life you touched.

The city of Pueblo is once again facing heartbreak after a tragic shooting claimed the life of a young woman and left another person injured in the early morning hours of February 26, marking the community’s second homicide of 2026.

Just before 3:30 a.m., officers with the Pueblo Police Department were dispatched to reports of shots fired in the 2800 block of East 14th Street. When officers arrived at the residence, they discovered a devastating scene. Inside the home, a 20-year-old woman was found deceased. Another individual was located suffering from at least one gunshot wound.

The woman who lost her life has been identified as Evie Jesica Gallegos, 20, of Pueblo. According to the Pueblo County Coroner’s Office, her exact cause and manner of death remain pending as autopsy results are completed. Authorities confirmed that her next of kin has been notified.

The second victim was transported to a local hospital and is expected to survive, having sustained non-life-threatening injuries. While one life was tragically cut short, another now carries the physical and emotional scars of a violent act that has shaken the neighborhood.

As the investigation unfolded, detectives identified a suspect and moved swiftly to secure an arrest warrant. Authorities have named Leandro Medina, 20, in connection with the shooting. He is facing charges of first-degree murder and first-degree assault. At this time, Medina is not in custody. Law enforcement officials have stated that he should be considered armed and dangerous.

Police are actively searching for Medina and are urging anyone with information regarding his whereabouts to come forward. Community members are advised not to approach him and instead contact law enforcement immediately if he is seen.

The loss of Evie Jesica Gallegos has left family, friends, and neighbors grieving deeply. At just 20 years old, she had her entire future ahead of her — dreams yet to be fulfilled, milestones yet to be reached. Her passing is not just a statistic in a police report but a profound human loss that ripples through every life she touched.

As Pueblo grapples with this tragedy, many are calling for justice and for an end to the violence that has affected far too many families. The investigation remains ongoing, and authorities continue working to ensure accountability in this case.

Anyone with information is encouraged to contact the Pueblo Police Department or submit tips anonymously through local crime reporting services.

In moments like these, a community’s strength is tested — not only in its pursuit of justice but in its ability to support those left behind, to remember the life lost, and to stand united against violence.

In Loving Memory of Kelly Arthur Brinkerhoff

With heavy hearts, we remember and honor the life of Kelly Arthur Brinkerhoff, 48, of Las Vegas, who tragically lost his life in a crash on U.S. 50 on Wednesday. His passing leaves an immeasurable void in the hearts of his family, friends, colleagues, and the countless individuals whose lives he touched through his service and generosity.

According to Nevada State Police, the accident occurred on U.S. Route 50 near mile marker 28, east of the town of Austin. Authorities reported that the blue Freightliner Kelly was driving failed to negotiate a right-hand curve, crossed into the westbound lanes, left the roadway, struck a road sign, and overturned. He was pronounced dead at the scene. The investigation remains ongoing.

While the details of that tragic moment are still being reviewed, what remains certain is the remarkable life Kelly lived before it.

A Life of Service

Kelly was more than a driver on a lonely stretch of highway — he was a dedicated firefighter with Las Vegas Fire and Rescue. In his role as a firefighter, he stood on the front lines for his community, answering calls at all hours, rushing toward danger when others were running from it. He embodied courage, compassion, and unwavering commitment.

Firefighters are often described as heroes, but those who knew Kelly would say his heroism wasn’t confined to emergencies. It showed in his daily interactions, in his willingness to lend a hand, and in the quiet strength he carried. He gave back not because he had to, but because that was who he was — a man devoted to serving others.

A Champion for Wrestling and Youth

Beyond his work in public safety, Kelly was a passionate advocate for wrestling in Nevada. He believed deeply in the sport’s ability to shape character, instill discipline, and build resilience in young athletes. Wrestling is not simply about competition; it is about perseverance, integrity, and heart — qualities Kelly himself exemplified.

Through mentorship, encouragement, and advocacy, he helped support and uplift wrestling programs, standing behind athletes and coaches alike. For many young wrestlers, he was not just a supporter but a role model — someone who believed in their potential and celebrated their growth both on and off the mat.

A Devoted Father

At the center of Kelly’s world was his family — especially his son, Ky Brinkerhoff. The bond between a father and son is powerful and enduring, and Kelly’s love for Ky was evident to everyone around them. He was a proud father, supportive in every way, always present, always cheering, always guiding.

Our hearts go out to Ky and his family as they navigate this unimaginable loss. The pain of losing a father is profound, but so too is the legacy of love, strength, and example that Kelly leaves behind. His influence will continue to shape his son’s life in countless ways — in lessons taught, in values shared, and in memories that time can never erase.

Remembering the Man

Kelly Arthur Brinkerhoff will be remembered as an outstanding person — dependable, generous, and deeply rooted in his community. He was the kind of man who showed up, who followed through, and who cared deeply about the people around him. Whether responding to emergencies, supporting youth athletics, or spending time with loved ones, he gave his whole heart.

His loss is felt not only by his family and fellow firefighters but by the broader Nevada community that benefited from his dedication and service. The road where his life ended is a stark reminder of how fragile life can be, but his story is one of strength, purpose, and meaningful impact.

A Legacy That Lives On

As the investigation continues, we pause to honor Kelly not for the way he died, but for the way he lived — with courage, commitment, and compassion. His life stands as a testament to service above self and love without limits.

May his family find comfort in the overwhelming support surrounding them.

May his colleagues carry forward his example of integrity and bravery.

May the young athletes he encouraged continue to wrestle with the same determination he admired.

And may Kelly Arthur Brinkerhoff rest in eternal peace, remembered always for the hero, mentor, father, and friend he was.

In Loving Memory of Reserve Officer Michael Schwab

It is with profound sadness and heartfelt gratitude that we honor the life and legacy of Reserve Officer Michael Schwab, who passed away on February 24, 2026. For more than four decades, Mike dedicated his life to the noble calling of law enforcement — not for recognition or reward, but out of a deep-rooted commitment to service, community, and the belief that one person can truly make a difference.

A Lifetime of Service

Mike’s remarkable journey began in 1981 when he joined the City of San Fernando as a Reserve Officer. Over the next 20 years, he faithfully served that community with integrity, professionalism, and an unwavering sense of duty. Even in those early years, it was clear that Mike was not simply fulfilling a role — he was building a legacy.

In 1983, under the direction of the Los Angeles Police Department, Mike was instrumental in launching the first-ever D.A.R.E. (Drug Abuse Resistance Education) program in Los Angeles. At a time when youth outreach and prevention education were still evolving, Mike helped lay the foundation for a program that would impact generations of young people. His work was not just about enforcing laws — it was about shaping futures, protecting innocence, and strengthening trust between law enforcement and the communities they serve.

Devotion to Beverly Hills

On May 30, 2001, Mike brought his wealth of experience and passion for service to the Beverly Hills Police Department Reserve Unit. For nearly 25 years, he served the community of Beverly Hills with distinction. His presence was steady and reassuring. His professionalism set the standard. His loyalty to the Department and its mission was unwavering.

Mike was also an original member of the Department’s Disaster Communications System (DCS), established on April 19, 1994. His involvement in DCS reflected his forward-thinking mindset and deep commitment to preparedness and public safety. He understood that true service meant being ready — in calm and in crisis — and he dedicated himself to ensuring that his department and community were equipped for whatever challenges might arise.

A Leader, A Mentor, A Friend

In 2009, Mike was awarded the Lawrence I. Shapiro Memorial Award in recognition of his outstanding service to the Reserve Unit. This honor was more than a commendation; it was a testament to the respect and admiration he earned from his peers and Department leadership alike. Those who served beside him knew that Mike exemplified what it meant to wear the badge — humility, discipline, courage, and compassion.

Beyond his formal roles, Mike played a pivotal part in establishing the Beverly Hills Police Foundation. Through this initiative, financial grants have provided critical support to members of the sworn and civilian BHPD family — including their spouses and dependent children — during times of urgent need. Mike understood that law enforcement is not just an institution; it is a family. And he worked tirelessly to ensure that family would never stand alone in moments of hardship.

To many, Mike was more than a colleague. He was a trusted partner on long shifts, a steady voice during difficult calls, and a mentor who generously shared his knowledge and experience. He carried himself with pride in his craft, yet remained approachable and kind. His ability to connect with people — whether fellow officers or members of the community — was one of his greatest strengths.

A Lasting Legacy

Mike Schwab’s legacy is etched not only in awards or programs, but in the countless lives he touched. It lives in the young people who found guidance through D.A.R.E., in the officers who learned from his mentorship, in the families supported by the Police Foundation, and in every colleague who felt encouraged by his steady presence.

He embodied service in its purest form — not loud or boastful, but consistent and enduring. He showed that dedication is measured not only in years, but in impact. Forty-plus years in law enforcement is a remarkable achievement; forty-plus years defined by integrity, loyalty, and friendship is extraordinary.

Remembering the Man Behind the Badge

While Mike’s professional accomplishments are many, those who loved him will remember him most for the man he was — dependable, thoughtful, and generous with both his time and his heart. He was someone who believed deeply in community, in teamwork, and in lifting others up.

His passing leaves a profound void within the Department and in the hearts of all who knew him. Yet even in grief, there is immense gratitude — gratitude for a life so meaningfully lived, for service so faithfully given, and for a legacy that will continue long after his watch has ended.

Mike was loved by many and will be missed by all.

Our thoughts and deepest condolences are with his family and loved ones during this difficult time. May they find comfort in knowing that his life was one of purpose, honor, and lasting impact — and that his memory will forever remain a guiding light within the law enforcement community he so proudly served.

In Loving Memory of Travis Allen

The city of Winston-Salem is wrapped in grief following the tragic loss of Travis Allen, a vibrant 29-year-old whose life was cut short on Thursday afternoon in a devastating single-vehicle crash. His sudden passing has left an unfillable void in the hearts of his family, friends, and the entire community that knew and cherished him.

According to the Winston-Salem Police Department, officers were dispatched around 12:30 p.m. to the 300 block of Robbins Road after reports of a serious accident. When first responders arrived, they found Travis gravely injured. Despite immediate and determined lifesaving efforts at the scene, he was sadly pronounced dead.

Investigators shared that Travis had been traveling toward High Point Road when his vehicle lost control while navigating a curve. The car left the roadway and struck two trees. Authorities indicated that excessive speed was a contributing factor in the crash. In a matter of moments, a life full of promise and possibility was forever changed, and a community was left to grapple with heartbreak.

But beyond the details of that tragic afternoon lies the story of a young man whose life meant so much to so many.

Travis Allen was more than a name in a headline. He was a son whose smile could light up a room, a friend whose loyalty never wavered, and a member of the community whose presence brought warmth and energy wherever he went. At just 29 years old, he had already touched countless lives through his kindness, humor, and determination.

Those who knew Travis speak of his easygoing spirit and generous heart. He had a way of making people feel welcome — whether through a reassuring word, a helping hand, or a laugh shared in difficult times. He was the kind of person who would show up without being asked, who valued relationships deeply, and who carried himself with quiet strength.

His loss is not measured only in years, but in the countless memories he leaves behind — family gatherings filled with laughter, friendships forged over time, dreams discussed late into the night, and everyday moments that now feel priceless. The sound of his voice, the spark in his eyes, and the warmth of his embrace are treasures his loved ones will carry forever.

In times like these, the community of Winston-Salem stands together. Neighbors, friends, coworkers, and extended family members are united in sorrow, but also in gratitude — grateful to have known Travis, even if for far too short a time. His life, though brief, was meaningful. His presence mattered. His love made a difference.

This tragic accident also serves as a solemn reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of cherishing every moment. Roads we travel daily can change lives in an instant. As the community mourns, there is also reflection — on safety, on responsibility, and on the value of slowing down to protect ourselves and others.

For Travis’s family, the pain is immeasurable. No words can fully capture the depth of their grief. Yet in their sorrow, they hold onto the legacy he leaves behind — a legacy of love, laughter, and genuine connection. They remember the milestones he achieved, the dreams he pursued, and the man he was becoming.

Though his journey on earth has ended, Travis Allen’s memory will continue to live on in the stories shared around dinner tables, in photographs held close, and in the hearts of those who loved him most. His life, while tragically shortened, was filled with moments that mattered.

May his soul rest in peace. May his family find comfort in the love surrounding them. And may the city of Winston-Salem continue to honor his memory by holding one another a little closer and living each day with care and compassion.

Gone too soon, but never forgotten.

In Loving Memory of  Kim Sweet

The community of Benton County is mourning the tragic loss of Kim Sweet, 61, who lost his life in a plane crash Thursday afternoon at Beaver Lake. What began as a routine day in the skies ended in heartbreak, leaving family, friends, and neighbors grappling with an unexpected and profound loss.

According to authorities, emergency responders were dispatched around 1:30 p.m. following reports of an aircraft going down near the Monte Ne area of Beaver Lake. The Highway 94 East Volunteer Fire Department responded swiftly alongside the Benton County Sheriff’s Office, working diligently in rescue and recovery efforts. Despite their rapid response and tireless dedication, the pilot — identified as Kim Sweet — was the sole occupant of the aircraft and was tragically pronounced deceased. His body has since been respectfully recovered.

The Federal Aviation Administration confirmed that the aircraft involved was a Jodel D-11 that crashed into Beaver Lake in Rogers. The agency noted that the information remains preliminary and subject to change. The investigation into the cause of the crash will be led by the National Transportation Safety Board, which will work to determine what led to this devastating incident.

While officials focus on the facts surrounding the crash, those who knew Kim Sweet remember the man beyond the tragedy. At 61, Kim had lived a life shaped by experience, passion, and personal connection. Flying is often described not just as a hobby or profession, but as a calling — one that requires courage, discipline, and a deep love for the skies. For Kim, aviation was more than machinery and mechanics; it was freedom, perspective, and joy.

Friends and loved ones recall his steady demeanor and adventurous spirit. To take flight is to trust in preparation and skill, and those who dedicate themselves to aviation often carry a unique sense of responsibility and wonder. Kim’s time in the air reflected a lifetime of learning and dedication, and those who shared in his passion understood the pride he felt each time he soared above the landscape.

The waters of Beaver Lake, usually a place of recreation and tranquility, now carry a solemn memory. In the quiet that follows tragedy, the beauty of the area stands in stark contrast to the sorrow felt by those left behind. Yet even in grief, there is unity. The swift response of local first responders and the compassion shown throughout the community are reminders that no one faces loss alone.

As investigations continue, the focus remains on honoring Kim Sweet’s life — not solely the circumstances of his passing. He was a man with history, relationships, stories, and dreams. He was someone’s family, someone’s friend, someone who left a mark that cannot be erased.

In moments like these, words can feel small against the weight of loss. But remembrance has power. It allows a life to be celebrated, cherished, and carried forward. May Kim Sweet be remembered for his courage, his passion for flight, and the love he shared with those around him.

May his family find strength in the support of their community. May peace eventually follow the pain. And may his spirit forever soar beyond the clouds he once so confidently embraced.