Got a call thursday from a deer-hunting buddy, his dad had a massive stroke and was in ICU. Went to see him friday after work. I stopped at my father-in-laws saturday afternoon, when I was there his wife's brother called, told him his wife just died of cancer that afternoon (she wasn't even forty yet).
-About an hour later, one of his buddies wives called to tell him that Barney is in the hospital with a blood clot in his lung. When I was on the way home I called My friend to see how his dad was doing- he passed away sat. afternoon.
-Sunday afternoon a guy that I went to tech school with calls me to tell me that a guy we went to school with died on saturday from cancer. He too was young-early fifties.
- Ken-the one that had a stroke was 72, but he was the hardest working guy in deer camp, he was always the first guy to grab the rack and start dragging, first one up in the morning to make coffee. A few years back when his grandson-in-law hit a deer bad (hit the off-side shoulder on a quartering toward deer) he trailed that deer for two days, and got it. I hope God doesn't kick that tough old goat out of heaven. He worked his butt off all his life and deserves his rest.
