I have worked beside a great guy for so long.
This week his wife went into labor with their first child (They lost two others BTW) So he left work to be with her (????)
He got smashed to death by a truck on the way to the hospital. I am cut up, he was so kind and understanding.
But What really gets me is that last night I was invited for supper, ( by those looving true christians) and as I was in mid sentence telling about this, my Host cut in with "Honey, are those potatoes done yet??"
Then it was all HAPPIFYING ASSOCIATION OF BROTHERS.
I managed to not weep till I got home. HB
Will they dance on everyones fertilizer pile after the big A.