I’m able to put death in perspective as I have seen plenty enough of it for a thousand lifetimes. I usually mourn for what wasn’t, that means the fruition of full potential concerning relationships, life, or doing the right thing. I run myself ragged trying to visit folk but distance is a major player. At 700 plus miles per jaunt with no decent airports around, it gets very hard.

This particular uncle was 80 plus and a believer in Christ, much more than most folk can ask for.

Last edited by JohnnyLoco; 07/27/19 03:39 PM.