Same Song, Second Verse

For the second time in the last three months, Renaissance Man and I shared a meal with our dear friends Grunt and Tuna after the death of one of their fathers.

Grunt’s dad died on the job, driving his semi off the road and into a field in the midst of a heart attack, thinking of others even as he faced his greatest personal crisis.

Tuna’s dad, a humble but amazingly talented designer of metal, succumbed to an aggressive form of dementia after slowly and agonizingly losing his memory.

Two different men with so much in common: love for family and friends,  pride in their work.  Both esteemed by community members.  Both missed tremendously by those who loved them.  I observe a widow, children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, close friends and see that love exacts a high price even as it fills a home.

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