Tomorrow Is Not Promised

Yet another reminder that tomorrow is never promised. I recently heard from a good friend of mine to tell us his wife just passed. They sold their store 3 years ago, moved to FL full time and was loving their new life. She was only 57.
 
4 months later he falls off a roof and dies on his way to the hospital.
I retired from roof climbing in my late 50s, after having to take down a shed next to our old house that allowed easy access to the roof. Still cleaning the gutters of our current one story house and garage, though I am experimenting with gutter covers.

As a teenager, my father thought I was unsteady on ladders. Of course, his ladder was homemade from scrap lumber:LOL:.
 
I recall seeing students cry when we lost a long-service teacher who (as you mentioned) was beloved by the student body.
I've seen a similar, very emotional funeral for the husband of a cousin who was a longtime teacher and basketball coach.
 
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