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Wednesday, October 29, 2003
This past summer my stepbrother passed away after a long gallant fight with Multiple Sclerosis. I attended his wake and saw a few friends that I had met through him when we were kids growing up. It brought back a lot of memories. It's always sad when someone loses his or her life to a disease, especially at such a young age (44). It's hard on all that are left behind but nothing tugs at your heartstrings more, than seeing their young teenage children in tears over such a loss.
Not too many days before Mike passed away an old softball buddy died suddenly at the age of 52. I don't know what he died from, other than that it was a sudden death at home. My guess is heart failure. I attended his funeral less than a week before Mike's wake. My buddy Paul left behind three children ranging from late teens to early twenties and a wife. It was a very sad time and it made me take a second look at my life. It's important to live it to the fullest because it can end at anytime.
My family gathered at the Davis cabin for a chore that was long overdue. My father's ashes were laid to rest on Davis peak in the Wenatchee forest near Cle Elum Washington. The younger grandson's and my brother Bruce climbed the peak and put Dad in his final resting place. We all gathered at the Cabin for a meal and to visit.