My Uncle Bob,
Passed away this morning from Cancer of the Esophagus. He was 62. He was an 82nd Airborne Vet. When I was growing up there didn't seem like a thing he couldn't do. He liked to hunt, fish, shoot rapids in a canoe, go skiing. He was a bricklayer by trade and did some stone masonry. And he loved to play with my brothers and sisters when we were kids.
One time we made a parachute out of a large black plastic trash bag, tied a bunch of yarn to it, and then tied in a Cat on the other end, and parachuted the cat off of a 3 story house.
The cat landed safely, but was pissed and tore off, we didn't see the cat for a week. It still had a couple pieces of yarn tied to it.
(Note..make sure you cut a small hole in the "chute" for air to pass through...)
Towards the end of his life, he had a spiritual awakening, and made his peace with God.
Bob lived his entire life, having fun. Probably having some fun up in Heaven right about now.
I miss you Bob, but I will see you again.
Robert Julian Small
Oct. 10, 1940 - June 22, 2003
World's Greatest Uncle.
--Murray