Dang it. “He DIED doing what he loved to do”
I knew what you meant.
My older sister and brother played blind tag in a wonderful maple tree in our yard on the farm. I was about 8, sis 11, and bro 12, when we started doing it. Whoever was ‘it’ had to close their eyes and listen carefully to track down the target.
We never fell playing it, because of being so cautious. But we loved playing it. At age 10, climbing in around in that tree by myself, I decided to do a jump from limb to limb like I’d seen Tarzan do on tv. Broke my left femur. Could have been my neck.
Doing what I loved? But I’m glad it didn’t kill me. Would have missed out on having a wonderful wife, kids, and grandkids.