Well, bad news came yesterday. My buddies and I have been planning a camping trip at one of them's farm property for a while now, being fall break. I picked up one friend and the others us there. My buddy Atticus, whose uncle Sam owns the property we stayed on, beat me there. He was on the phone and walked over towards me as I pulled in the driveway to the house. He had just received news that his uncle, Michael, had just been found dead at home. His dad is the youngest of three brothers, the eldest Sam owning the farm, Michael being the middle brother, and Atticus' dad is the "baby". Michael had a heart attack at the young age of 49. He went to the doctor yesterday complaining of pain and told the doctor of a family history of heart disease. The doctor sent him away saying it was a pulled muscle. Later that afternoon, the good Lord took him.
He was a cub nut too. For those of you who remember my cub restoration project for school, Michael was my required Project Mentor. He lives two miles up the road, and decided to restore his grandfather's cub alongside me. I was really looking forward to see him today and catch up as it's been a while since we've talked. He drives down to his brother's farm every Saturday and some days during the week to help get the chores done. He was the mechanic when he wasnt running a tractor . It's going to be hard now with my buddy in school full time and his uncle Sam working full time, there wont be a Michael anymore to work the odd hours. HE kept that farm running.
Our planned campout still happened, and my buddy was in good spirits. After our other friends had left today, we spent a few hours on the green machines getting as much work done as we could. It's going to be hard over the next few days for them to stay on top of things, so we did the best we could to lighten the load. So, I guess after all my rambling I mean to say that it's really hard on my friend's family right now, I wish you'd all remember them if you think about it. My buddy's grandma just doesn't know what to do with herself, she's taken it the hardest being that Michael was her son. The worst part is, I dont think I'll be able to make it to the funeral on Monday because of complications with school.
That really hurts me. To boil things down, I guess I want to say that a most unexpected tragedy occurred, and the Mabry family is hurting bad. They could really use some prayer and thoughts. I dont understand why the good ones have to go - doesn't seem logical to leave all the criminals and bad people walking the earth while the good ones are taken. Please remember them if you would, they'll feel the repercussions of this for a long time to come.