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LIFE

I lost a friend yesterday.

He had just left a meeting of a group we both belong to where he had been the leader.

At the end, he got a lot of hugs from members of the group. He had done a good job.

He left to go on a hike with a friend. The trail head is about a five minute walk from where we were.

Two hundred feet or so up the hill, he collapsed. Dead on the spot.

A massive coronary.

He was 55 and had things pretty well in order.

Then bang.

It is sad and shocking to have this happen so fast but it is not a tragedy. His last two hours were with a bunch of people he loved who spent a good bit of time with him at the end. The walk up the mountain is a beautiful journey.

He never knew what hit him.

The left over feelings are for us to sort out. He won't have to worry about any of it.

I have always thought that this is the ideal way to go. It is a victory. A life well lived, a happy ending and then gone.

Goodbye my friend. You have been a great companion on the big trail.

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