Here is a wonderful bittersweet tale. My favorite Uncle Bud died last night. Before you get too sad let me just tell you a little story. Yesterday he got his 94 year old self up and had his coffee with lots of sugar (he gave me my first coffe when I was less than 2). He proceeded to carry on his day as usual which included feeding hay to his beef cattle and checking in on a couple of expectant cow mamas. Finished his day, had dinner talked to his daughter on the phone. Then his son came over for a bit and he visited with him. After that he motioned for my aunt to get out of his spot on the couch which she did and he sat down and died. I will miss him desperately but don’t we all wish we could end our days like that?
Here is to you!
His response would be, “aw horse feathers”.