WHITHER THOU GOEST, I WILL GO.
Remember back in February I talked about the passing of Mother's dear friend, Jean? Well, four months later her beloved husband, Vern, has left to be with her. He was 94. Nothing unusual considering his age, but what is exceptional is that he knew he was going to die that day. His daughter, Mary, called me and told me about the interesting events of his last hours.
Mary had been out of state visiting her daughter, and when she got home the first thing she did was go to see her father. She told him she would take him to see his sister that day, since he liked to be out and about a lot. He told he she could try to take him, but he was dying that day and going to be with Jean, and he wouldn't make it to his sister's alive. Mary laughed it off, since her dad looked in great health and was still very sharp mentally. Then he mentioned that he had a pain in his stomach. Mary immediately made a doctor's appointment for him and told him that she was taking him to be checked out. Again, he told her that they could try to get there, but he was going to be dying soon, that very day, and that he wouldn't make it to the doctor's. Mary and a nurse got him into her car. Then Vern informed them he had left his billfold back in his apartment. Mary ran back to get it and when she returned, her father was not breathing. The nurse told her to go - go - go and get him to the Emergency Room ASAP. He was revived there, and was talking to the hospital Chaplain. Vern told him that he was going to be dying that day and was going to be with his wife, and the Chaplain asked him if he was scared. Vern answered, "No . . . I'm a Marine." Shortly afterward, he did pass away. It was discovered that he had died of an aneurysm in his stomach. He did get to go to be with his beloved Jean. He was a wonderful man.
I am beginning to think this is Washington State, because of all the rain. Thegrass is growing like . . . well . . . weeds and I can't keep up with all the mowing. Once I get all the properties done, I have to begin all over again. My poor old rider mower is now 15 years old and has been through a lot of work. I keep hoping it holds out for this season.
I have a complaint about a roadside service company which I shall call Triple Zero (000) because that is the kind of service I have gotten from it - zip, zilch, zero! A few weeks ago, Jenna and I went to the movies and when I was taking her home, at 11:30 at night, I ran over something sharp and my tire went flat immediately. I got off the main street to a side street, and we called "Triple Zero". They informed us that they would call us when they had someone coming to change my tire. We waited . . . and waited . . . and waited. After calling again, and being informed that they were having trouble finding anyone to come help us, we waited some more. Finally we called a local towing company and they came in 20 minutes and changed the tire. I called Triple 000 and let them know that this was only the second time I had called them in the 15 years that I had been a member and that the first time I had needed them (this was about 5 or 6 years ago) I had waited so long in the July heat, that I had ended up calling a towing company on my own that time, too!!!
Hope all of you are doing well out there.
NOTE: Tomorrow is our little guy's birthday. Happy 14th, Alec. And Tuesday is sister Karen's __th birthday. Also, the 30th, is the one-year anniversary of the huge straight-line wind storm that we had last year.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL