I’m sorry for the loss of your friend-while working on the water lines yesterday, my co-worker and I were reminiscing about our late contractor compadre, how he seemed to have beaten cancer the last time we saw him, but was suddenly dead 2 days later-and how much we still miss him every day more than a year later...
We started working on moving and reinstalling the main water line over the weekend-we have already taken out and replaced the other ones-everything was done with the wrong materials, run all over the place for no apparent reason, etc, so we are putting it in a straight line, with easy access, done the right way with the right materials-with luck I will have water again this weekend and not have to haul it in-I’m getting awfully tired of carrying gallon jugs and buckets-I don’t get why people don’t take care to install something so basic as a water line correctly at their vaca place...
I was planning to make my NoBake cookies and visit Tom today. Too late. I can’t seem to get past it. FB has erupted with posts and pictures of him. I want to have a good cry but am not getting past the tearing up part. He was my fire chief, we ran squad calls together. He is a bit younger than me, though he appeared to age fast with the cancer. Saw him out to breakfast just a few weeks ago. Maybe 3 weeks?
His stepfather when he was a boy was a cousin to my DH. He died tragically in a highway accident while he was his stepfather. I never knew him, but I recall when he died. My inlaws went to the funeral and funeral home when it happened. Then, years later we meet and he asked me if I was related to him. After that we called him “cuz”. We are both moved here from our hometown.