George S
May 14th, 2009, 12:56 pm
My stepfather's cousin, Bob, who he grew up with died last evening.
Dammitall!
He was a good man. That he lived a whole and complete life to age 89 is small comfort.
He was a veteran of WWII ("The Big One" he would say) and I have this to share as the last Bob-story:
He was diagnosed a week ago with pancratic cancer. They quickly scheduled an emergency operation. The anesthesiologist, as they always do, did a pre-op talk. The anesthesiologist asked, "Any depression or anxiety?"
Bob thought an moment and said, "Yes."
"Depression or anxiety?"
"No depression, just anxiety."
"Yes? When was that?"
"During World War II."
"Well, we'll give you a pass on that."
Bob, you see, was the recipient of a Bronze Star.
Dammit all!
Although since I am atheist and prayer might seem inappropriate, Bob was Christian. His family would welcome prayers and so:
Dear God (if there is a God) take the soul of this Good man and treat him well. He earned it, as You know.
So Mote It Be.
Dammitall!
He was a good man. That he lived a whole and complete life to age 89 is small comfort.
He was a veteran of WWII ("The Big One" he would say) and I have this to share as the last Bob-story:
He was diagnosed a week ago with pancratic cancer. They quickly scheduled an emergency operation. The anesthesiologist, as they always do, did a pre-op talk. The anesthesiologist asked, "Any depression or anxiety?"
Bob thought an moment and said, "Yes."
"Depression or anxiety?"
"No depression, just anxiety."
"Yes? When was that?"
"During World War II."
"Well, we'll give you a pass on that."
Bob, you see, was the recipient of a Bronze Star.
Dammit all!
Although since I am atheist and prayer might seem inappropriate, Bob was Christian. His family would welcome prayers and so:
Dear God (if there is a God) take the soul of this Good man and treat him well. He earned it, as You know.
So Mote It Be.