Three years ago, today. About 9:00 AM I got a text from Cheryl on Larke’s phone. All it said was “This is Cheryl, Larke has died.” He was bitching about his COPD bothering him the night before and said he already had an appt with his doc.
I don’t want to dwell on that, only to say that things happen in the blink of an eye sometimes and we ought to not forget to let people know how we feel about them. Them that are important anyways.
I sure miss that fellow. We for sure had more fish to catch.
BKB

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