arcticsid
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It was about this time last year, when I was still a stranger here, I told you about losing my friend Mike Green, who burned up in his home. It was January 12th, I think.
A member send me a label for a watermellon wine I still have yet to make.
About 30 minutes ago I recieved a call from Mikes brother telling me that his (Mikes) wife died this afternoon. Tracy had her own medical problems combined with heartache was enough to eventually get her.
Friends passing is never good, but, just yesterday, I was talking to my Mom back in Milwaukee and we discussed one of the perils of getting older is the fact you will lose friends. I can accept that. I told her I felt lucky I only lost one this winter, she responded by saying her and her husband had two in line.
After hearing of my friend Tracy, I called Mom first to cry on a shoulder. She told me that their friend Hank died about 1 hour before my friend Tracy.
My Mom and I both agreed to take a minute to cherish and be thankful for what we have. It doesn't take a religous conviction to realize the world is filled with small blessings. We all need to take notice of them.
Excuse me if this post has tears on the keyboard. When I look up at that dark sky filled with bright stars tonight, I want to remember that each of those stars represents a friend, mine, yours, or someone elses.
I have never counted my friends on my fingers, but soon I will be down to one hand. This can be a tough land, and friends are an important part of what gets us through.
Excuse me if I am blubbering, I am glad to be human. And I am glad I was taught to recognize those blessings.
Troy
A member send me a label for a watermellon wine I still have yet to make.
About 30 minutes ago I recieved a call from Mikes brother telling me that his (Mikes) wife died this afternoon. Tracy had her own medical problems combined with heartache was enough to eventually get her.
Friends passing is never good, but, just yesterday, I was talking to my Mom back in Milwaukee and we discussed one of the perils of getting older is the fact you will lose friends. I can accept that. I told her I felt lucky I only lost one this winter, she responded by saying her and her husband had two in line.
After hearing of my friend Tracy, I called Mom first to cry on a shoulder. She told me that their friend Hank died about 1 hour before my friend Tracy.
My Mom and I both agreed to take a minute to cherish and be thankful for what we have. It doesn't take a religous conviction to realize the world is filled with small blessings. We all need to take notice of them.
Excuse me if this post has tears on the keyboard. When I look up at that dark sky filled with bright stars tonight, I want to remember that each of those stars represents a friend, mine, yours, or someone elses.
I have never counted my friends on my fingers, but soon I will be down to one hand. This can be a tough land, and friends are an important part of what gets us through.
Excuse me if I am blubbering, I am glad to be human. And I am glad I was taught to recognize those blessings.
Troy
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