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Well....My father past away tonight. He was 73 years old and lived a full life. It was too short, but he had done more in those 73 years then somebody would do in double those years. I'm the youngest of his 3 sons and he used to love to tell people that I was his littlest (instead of referring to me as his youngest). People would always say "If he's your littlest I'd hate to see your biggest". He always got a kick out of that.
He was a fighter and a tough bastard. He'd survived multiple stabbings, a plane crash into the bottom of a northern NY Lake, being shot at, fighting multiple people at once, recovering from back surgery 35 yrs ago that should have left him paralysed...He was a tough guy and a mountain of a man at 73 yrs old 6'5" and 260lbs...even in the hospital towards the end when he was in ICU and on morphine..they had to strap him to the bed because he wanted to sign himself out and leave. He was trying to rip free from the straps and stumble out of bed.
I'm ramble'n on here...and just kind of trying to release some of my emotions, but what I really wanted to say was that no matter how strong or tough you think you are...you're not going to beat death. It comes whether you want it to or not
So if you think being the biggest bodybuilder, having the nicest car or owning the biggest house are the most important things in life....they're not. In the end you can't take any of this shit with you. It's the relationships you have with your loved ones and friends that matter most.
Ok...I'm done preaching...sorry I'm just releasing some steam guys....
He was a fighter and a tough bastard. He'd survived multiple stabbings, a plane crash into the bottom of a northern NY Lake, being shot at, fighting multiple people at once, recovering from back surgery 35 yrs ago that should have left him paralysed...He was a tough guy and a mountain of a man at 73 yrs old 6'5" and 260lbs...even in the hospital towards the end when he was in ICU and on morphine..they had to strap him to the bed because he wanted to sign himself out and leave. He was trying to rip free from the straps and stumble out of bed.
I'm ramble'n on here...and just kind of trying to release some of my emotions, but what I really wanted to say was that no matter how strong or tough you think you are...you're not going to beat death. It comes whether you want it to or not
So if you think being the biggest bodybuilder, having the nicest car or owning the biggest house are the most important things in life....they're not. In the end you can't take any of this shit with you. It's the relationships you have with your loved ones and friends that matter most.
Ok...I'm done preaching...sorry I'm just releasing some steam guys....