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To die with a view

This might seem a little morbid, but when you die, would you like your corpse to have a view of the sky and stars?

While looking around youtube I came across a video showing the corpses that litter Mt. Everest. When I was watching the video I thought to myself what it may be like to be on a place like Everest forever.

Corpses can not see or hear, but imagine if they could. How splendid it would be to be on Mt. Everest, to watch the wind, the snow, and see the stars.

Would you rather your corpse be buried in a box, burned to ashes, or sitting under the stars. Watch the video and then share your thoughts in the comments section.

Said Goodbye To A Friend

Saturday, March 2, 2013 I said goodbye to an old friend. C.D. Broussard lived life as it was supposed to be lived. He never had a harsh word to say about anyone, not once did I see him get angry. When C.D was at your house you were never bored, as C.D. could carry on a conversation with anyone. Whether it was computers, comic books, video games,,, C.D. knew something about it.

In December 2011 C.D. Broussard was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer.

He lived the good life,
He fought the good fight,
and now he rest as he has never rested before.

C.D. Broussard lost his struggle with cancer in February 2013.

A Friend Has Passed Away

Got a phone call from a buddy of mine informing me a mutual friend had passed away.

December 2011 C.D. was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. He had been feeling ill for a long time, maybe 6 months or more. But as most men do, C.D. put off going to the doctor.

He fought the good fight,
He lived life as it should be lived,
Good drink,
Good food,
Good friends.

Are you taking care of yourself

camping hiking backpackingMy wife got the text message last night at around 2:30am – we have a very dear friend of the family whos mother passed away last night from lung cancer. She was around 46 years old, and she had been a heavy smoker for years. She leaves behind a couple of children, and a couple of very young grand kids. The grand kids are only about 1 – 3 years old, not old enough to remember the time they spent with their grandmother. There will never be a chance to pass down stories, never be a chance to go to birthday parties, Christmas, no Thanksgiving,,,,, nothing but a visit to her grave from time to time.

While thinking about our friends mom, I also started thinking about my other friends that have passed away.

When my brother and I were growing up in Bridge City, Texas, we had some friends in the neighborhood that where the same age as us. There was Bret and Troy, Steven and Gene , John and David, Bobby and Mike. Steven was the same age as my brother – 2 years behind me – and Gene is my age. When I was a senior, I heard that Steven had gotten into drugs pretty bad. It was so bad that his mom and dad kicked him out and he was having to look for a place to live. Steven went to live with Bret and Troy for a little while, but the parents of Bret and Troy found Stevens drugs and was told to leave the house. From there, Steven left Bridge City and went to live with his sister in Port Arthur. That was probably one of the worst things that could have happened. From what I understand, drugs were a lot easier to find in Port Arthur then in Bridge City. This meant that Steven had easy access to all kinds of illegal drugs.

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