QRTRHRS
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Yesterday morning, I learned that a good friend had an apparent heart attack and died peacefully in his sleep. I had not seen him in quite nearly two years but my wife and his kept in touch via email so we both knew that we were each alive and well.
Initially, such upsetting news set off a firestorm of thoughts in one's mind while you seek some semblance of reasoning. It so happened that I had to drive my wife to a medical appointment about 90 minutes away so I time to think things over.
My friend was a life long farmer. He was one of those people that one would say would work until they dropped. Enjoying farming as he did, I do not think of that as being a bad thing.
Even with the trials and tribulations of modern day farming, he was never in a foul mood. A hay delivery with my friend and his partner was always a chance to catch up on things. Once pleasentries were exchanged, the task at hand undertaken, it almost seemed to end to soon as they would have to get on back to the farm.
He certainly understood the cycles of life and death of all living things. A less than stellar season would not phase him. He would plan for the next year. He certainly understood the cycles of life and death of all living things.
Had he been forewarned of his fate, sort of a two minute warning per George Carlin, he probably would have readily accepted his fate though I am sure he would rather had tossed a few more bales of hay.
A year shy of six decades myself, I find myself to be more troubled by the death of a friend. It just seems to hit closer to home I guess. Thanks for listening.
Initially, such upsetting news set off a firestorm of thoughts in one's mind while you seek some semblance of reasoning. It so happened that I had to drive my wife to a medical appointment about 90 minutes away so I time to think things over.
My friend was a life long farmer. He was one of those people that one would say would work until they dropped. Enjoying farming as he did, I do not think of that as being a bad thing.
Even with the trials and tribulations of modern day farming, he was never in a foul mood. A hay delivery with my friend and his partner was always a chance to catch up on things. Once pleasentries were exchanged, the task at hand undertaken, it almost seemed to end to soon as they would have to get on back to the farm.
He certainly understood the cycles of life and death of all living things. A less than stellar season would not phase him. He would plan for the next year. He certainly understood the cycles of life and death of all living things.
Had he been forewarned of his fate, sort of a two minute warning per George Carlin, he probably would have readily accepted his fate though I am sure he would rather had tossed a few more bales of hay.
A year shy of six decades myself, I find myself to be more troubled by the death of a friend. It just seems to hit closer to home I guess. Thanks for listening.