Hi, gang,
Just got home and this is the first place I headed. Death is a somber fact of live, and it's been a real long week, but the weather, and fall foliage here in the North Country made the final service and rememberance worth any word that could be spoken. I will remember this man as a mentor, and a man of the highest integrity, who welcomed me into his family 40 years ago, as my wife grew up next door, and the family's have 3 generations of absolute friendship. It's hard to see where one family starts, and the other ends. The service was beautiful, with a masonic service before the church service, and a full Marine honor guard interment, I have never seen a better sendoff to a great individual. I'm writing this now, as I wait for his son, my friend, Billy to arrive so we can finish up the preparations for Duck hunting, which opens this coming Wednesday. If I may a short story.....The first time that I was introduced to this fine family was in 1974...My wife and I had just decided to get married, and It was the gathering for the first weeken of the waterfowl season. We arrived at camp on the lake, just around the corner from were we bought our house, and now have resided for 35 years.....intoductions were made, and I just sat down and started cleaning ducks from the morning hunt.....Peter turned to my wife, and said...."
