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Old 07-27-2012, 02:21 AM
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Originally Posted by irrig8r View Post
So, just a reminder... hold your loved ones close. Let them know how much they mean to you.

Don't be stingy with hugs.

And offering a helping hand or a kind word just might make a change somebody's day... or save their life.
God knows ive put work ahead of family and friends. I think we get so comfortable in life and expect to wake up every day and be there tomorrow and then a friend dies and we realize how fragile life is. I remember my boss's grandma died last year and the funeral was during the middle of a work day and he called me while he was sitting in the church talking about a site I was at.
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Old 07-27-2012, 04:51 PM
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My Great Grandma lived until she was 99yr 11months and 28days. I visited her two weeks before she died and she told me she prayed everyday the lord would take her in her sleep.

She watched 3 of her kids die of old age, and outlived all of her friends. I pray everyday I beat my kids to the gates.

I do not live every day to the fullest, I live everyday so that if I die the next my family will not have a financial or ethical mess to clean up.
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Old 07-28-2012, 07:12 PM
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Originally Posted by Dripit good View Post
You can't.

Focus only on the dash.
You're right of course. That was part of a story the pastor told...

It was a fine send off. Good video, good music, incredibly composed (mostly) family and friends sharing parts of his life with us. A few laughs and knowing nods. Estimates of somewhere between 250 and 500 people... depending on who you asked.

A few tearful moments, when his wife spoke, when his mother was introduced, and when I ran into people who I hadn't seen for a while who worked for him and a few other contractors who were close friends.

And the song brought tears too... one of my favorites that Jerry sung, played at the end...

"Black Muddy River"
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia

When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone

I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own

When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
And the stars start to splatter in the sky
When the moon splits the southwest horizon
With the scream of an eagle on the fly

I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And listen to the ripples as they moan
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own

Black muddy river
Roll on forever
I don't care how deep or wide
If you got another side
Roll muddy river
Roll muddy river
Black muddy river roll

When it seems like the night will last forever
And there's nothing left to do but count the years
When the strings of my heart start to sever
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears

I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And dream me a dream of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
And sing me a song of my own
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