Friday, March 23, 2007

The End of a Great Journey

Hearts were heavy at our house today. A special and dear friend quietly died in his sleep last night. We are sad for our loss but at 95 and in poor health, he was tired and ready. Quite alive and alert until a few days ago. His passing leaves a huge void our lives.

His life was amazingly full. Full of friends, loved ones, life, experiences, memories... Always an adventurer, he took up scuba diving at age 70. He slowed down not long ago - by going to the office only 6 days a week instead of 7. Successful in business, successful in life. Finding true love twice only to loose them both.

My husband's best friend and father figure. Together the three of us traveled and socialized. We ate together at least 4 nights a week. He told friends we were more a family to him than his own. Wonderful company, we talked about everything. I cooked his favorite pork chops with gravy & biscuits or hubby grilled burgers - he sent us on lovely vacations. He thought that made us even. To him it was.

"His" empty chair in our living room will be a constant reminder of our loss, but the memories and love we shared will live forever in our hearts and minds.


At 9:01 AM, Blogger sttropezbutler said...

Thinking of you!


At 3:35 AM, Blogger alan said...

Sorry I missed this when it went up; people like your friend are an example to us "youngsters"!

My grandmother kept a garden that covered two city lots up into her early 90's; the only thing that slowed her then was her failing vision. She went to a nursing home at 95 and slipped rapidly from then, though she still voted absentee in 2000 and was proud that she had voted in every presidential election since women got the right to vote in 1920.

When I think I'm too tired, I try to remember her and then get up and get moving again!

Thank you for another example of fortitude!


At 8:58 PM, Blogger sjobs said...

I am thinking of you...

On Sunday, April 1st, I lost my 94 year old grandma. She still lived alone, baked every day, went to church 4 times a week, and all thought she would out live us all.

On Sunday, she was walking up her steps, to put her winter jacket away, she fell backwards, hit her head on a bookshelf. She was ready for years, we weren't.

Take care....

At 7:45 PM, Blogger dondon009 said...

No matter the age of a loved one, we are never ready!

How fortunate you are to have the wonderful memories of better times...

Also: I've been thinking about you this week with concern. I'm confident surgery went well.... and that you are on the road to a speedy recovery!

Have a wonderful Easter.



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