Mortality, that which all who live and
breathe must deal with. Every day I go about existence, try not to
take it for granted, but inevitably fall into that category. Then I
wake up out of my sublime stupor when someone near succumbs to that
inescapable end. My beating heart, that very essence which keeps me
alive, aches. A man, rough around the edges who challenged his kids
to make them strong and endure the thorns of life (he was sometimes
that thorn), was my hero. A time of my life came when I either had to
succumb to insanity or chose life, he was the one who spoke up and
told me, “You go for it! (life)”
In loving memory, William (Bill)
Hestand, my brother-in-law.
