May felings about the good dieing young are best summed up by an old cowboy poem:
I've heard it said, so it must be true,
"that only the good die young" ...
Well, tough old cusses like me aint dead,
no, we'll stay 'til the last dog's hung.
Regards and God's best to you and yours for the hildays and throughout the new year.
And God rest Rocky's soul and that of James Rowe and the others of his compatriots who worked so hard for this day.