Vicki Kay Hawkes

It was watched as a celebration of the love my elder brother had for Queen; that which he sang so much I could love them too-without the radio. At age 13 he was struck by a car, life reeled, as did the songs that echoed in my mind of him holding the hair comb like a mic. and the mirror his audience, as I giggled and chimed in with him... For me, the story was enough to smile for our memories of long ago-maybe not a perfect depiction of Queen’s story-but enough to breathe the moments of youth and laughter for my brother. He would have enjoyed it anyway too. RIP 7/2/66-6/18/13. 🎗🎦