He was a good man and his wife Di was no different.
They did have a nice place there, Larke and I had the pleasure of visiting with him about 6 months (a guess) before he passed away. With the help of Di, her sister, and a bunch of pain pills, we got him loaded up in the truck, stopped at his favorite roadside bbq stand and got a sack of bbq sandwiches, and took him over to lake Conine. It was his last trip there. He caught a bunch of fish sitting on his dock.

He was ready to meet his maker, had zero fear of death. He’d made peace with it all.




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