- but sometimes, even though you've won some battles . . . you can still lose the war. And so this Saturday I'll say goodbye to a friend as he is laid to rest. Afterwards we will retreat to his lake house that he loved so dearly. I'll pass his humidor, run my fingers across the top as I make my way to the rear porch overlooking his view of the trees, past the yard and down to the boat resting at its dock. I'll have a smoke and drink in celebration of his life . . . a life full of family, friends and the finer side. A self made man, I once asked him why he just didn't retire and move to the lake house. He laughed, "every time I try to" he said "they just give me insane amounts of money to keep doing what I do." We laughed. I admired him.
And sad I will miss him, memories will make it hard not smile. His wit, humor . . . infecting laugh . . . and to watch him dance with his wife - man, Fred Astaire had nothing on him.
Rest easy now my friend . . . I know there is a space reserved for you . . . there just has to be . . .
Ron
And sad I will miss him, memories will make it hard not smile. His wit, humor . . . infecting laugh . . . and to watch him dance with his wife - man, Fred Astaire had nothing on him.
Rest easy now my friend . . . I know there is a space reserved for you . . . there just has to be . . .
Ron