A dear friend lost her husband of nearly thirty years yesterday. Both in their early fifties. In great health. Totally unexpected.
Y’all, be grateful for every single day. Life is fleeting. Make the most of every day and go to bed with no regrets. Or, if you are @Whistling Dixie, no ragrets. The stuff folks argue on here about incessantly predated all of us and it will be around long after we are gone.
In other words, heed the sage advice of that great American philosopher, Sergeant Hulka, and “lighten up, Francis.”
And, if you’re so inclined, pour one out for a genuinely good guy, husband, father and soon-to-be grandfather. Godspeed, my brother. You will be missed.
Y’all, be grateful for every single day. Life is fleeting. Make the most of every day and go to bed with no regrets. Or, if you are @Whistling Dixie, no ragrets. The stuff folks argue on here about incessantly predated all of us and it will be around long after we are gone.
In other words, heed the sage advice of that great American philosopher, Sergeant Hulka, and “lighten up, Francis.”
And, if you’re so inclined, pour one out for a genuinely good guy, husband, father and soon-to-be grandfather. Godspeed, my brother. You will be missed.
