I lived WFO from the tyme I was 18 until 45. Traveled all over the country every summer. Been to England, Hong Kong, Macau, China, Mexico, Canada, Nicaragua, and a few other places. I wanted to do everything I could while I was young enough to do it, and, in case I didn't live long enough to retire.I have to admit, this made me chuckle. I needed that.
Thanks again for the thoughts, prayers, and stories. I spent the afternoon at the funeral home making arrangements. I am drained.
Got the autopsy report. Official cause of death was pulmonary embolism with a side order of congestive heart failure. CHF runs in the family from both sides. Wheeee!
This is the exact reason I started travelling a few years ago. Between travelling and racing I at least get out and see the world.
I'm fairly certain my brother hadn't taken a vacation in 40 years. We can always make more money, we can never make more time.
Sorry about your brother. This happened to a very close coworker who was 1 WEEK away from retirement. We went on a lot of trips together and were friends he even had in his office a big chart that had every day "x'ed" off leading up to the big day. Went in to see him on the Monday of his last week and there was a note on the wall on the entrance to his office that he had passed away (cause same as your brother) he was 64 and his birthday was the next day. They had bought a house in Florida were his kids and grandkids were, going to move that Saturday had even sold and closed on the house they had here!
I was devastated, knew his wife as well. Had to go out and drive around for a hour to compose myself before coming back. Still think about Jack almost 10 years later. Never take life for granted because just when you think you have your ducks all lined up Boom they are gone..
Just following your story Hugh makes me sad on just how fucked up families can get.
I got a call last week from Sunnybrook hospital. My estranged father who is 84 past out driving and was in the hospital. I have not seen him in 8 years.
No one wanted to pick him up, unbelievably he gave the hospital my number.
Yesterday I sucked it up and picked him up and brought him to his apartment. Made sure he had food, bought him some newspapers and spoke with the neighbours to let them know his condition.
I swore I'd never give him the time of day, but I could not be a cunt and for my own soul I had to help.
All very emotional and I am sure I will never hear from him again.
at least they pulled his license, he is lucky he did not kill an innocent person.
Was on my way home tonight and had a call from a number I did not recognize. I thought it might be from work so I answered it. It was the Iroquois County coroner informing me that my brother passed away this afternoon on the way to the hospital. Last time I talked to him we were talking about looking forward to retirement. He was 64 and retiring at 65. He and I spoke about once a month. For us that was real good. Before Dad passed 10 years ago we hadn't spoken to each other for 35 years.
Funny, 3 hours ago the biggest thing I was worrying about was if I was going to get released to go back to work Friday. My how things can change.
Unlike Ro$$, my brother was a hard working motherfucker. The Grim Reaper got him way too early.