It is always hard to tell of sad things that happen in our lives, but, it is important to me that you know what has happened in mine. Last Friday my father, your friend or acquaintance Ernest Stokes, passed away. He had been in poor health for the last few years but, during that time, he also was surrounded and cared for by family that loved him. I am told by those who were there that he suffered little and that his last words were that he loved everybody who was with him....and those that he had know over his life. I sincerely hope to be as lucky. He had many friends...current, past and forgotten. Each one, regardless of their status was especially important to him in their own special way. My father was born not by his choice. He died not by his choice either. But, his life was his choice. He traveled thru his life meeting, greeting, living and experiencing his life with hundreds, maybe thousands of people. You may remember him,....you may not...but.. regardless...you met him. He may have not changed your life. Then again, he may have. All I know for sure is that he helped give me life. Sadly, I know I dont miss him much now, as he has been on the periphery of my life as I grow older, but I truly hope I dont forget him as I track his path.... Let us all raise our glasses to him for a final Prost. Servus.....Bis zum nächsten Mal.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 06:14:45 +0000
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