When I get to be sixty....

I can still hear him clearing his throat behind me...there where times when you just wanted to scream, "lay off the dairy man, the flem is getting out of hand"! I've spent the week hearing people say did you hear about Tom? Poor Tom. It's so sad about Tom. It is? Really? The man was 62. He had spent his whole life breaking horses and being a cowboy...it is what he loved to do...it was who he was. I have spent 36 years looking for my calling....he spent his whole life doing it. I think that's pretty cool... You always knew where you stood with him...If you did or said something he didn't find right he would tell you...to your face. There's something to be said, about a man, who is honest enough, that he never has to look over his shoulder. He had integrity. What you see is what you get. He fought off a terrible disease and in the end, he won. I think it made him appreciate all life had to offer, and he cherished each day, there after in a whole new way....by living it and utilizing every moment. He once told me, I could be dead tomorrow...hell I could have been dead months ago....so I'm gonna go for it. So if you ask me are you sad that Tom is gone...the answer is yes...but I think he lived life right...his way...doing what he loved...and truly enjoyed it...and to me, that is what it is all about...I'll miss you buddy...