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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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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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