Wednesday afternoon I came home and the coroner was parked across the street. Apparently my neighbor died of a heart attack probably about a week ago. Some of his friends were concerned, contacted the police and checked it out. He was dead for a week or so.
I saw the body being carted off in a gurney in an unmarked gray van.
Oh well. As someone once said, you'll eventually see an orthopedic doctor or a cardiologist. How you live your life depends on which one you see.
My neighbor was a nice enough guy, but he lived a rather sedentary life. Eventually all that stuff catches up with you. Hope he is in a better place.
And that brings us full circle to: friends. Honestly, I hope my friends do look for me if I disappear for awhile. I don't want to be found accidentally as bones somewhere...
You can't take it all with you, and all you have left is really the memories.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
I was in Darrington. I've been trying to capture Whitehorse Mountain and finally it was a nice sunny day that I was able to take a picture of it. And it's not shrouded by haze or clouds. This is one of the mountains that I want to hike someday.