Death

I hate it. Before last december I had never in my life known anyone who had died. I'm not liking it one bit, not that i expected to, but still....it sucks. A fellow instructor and friend, James Cahill, passed away earlier this week from cancer. He was living in Utah for the last couple of years to be closer to some of his "grandkiddies" (that's what he told us, "before I get too damn old!") Yea James, I bought it. He came to visit us a few months ago. He wanted to make sure he saw every single one of us before he went back to Utah. I thought he was just being the crazy guy i knew him to be. I thought his last goodbye hug was a little long and Jk just told me she thought the same. Damnit James! I think all of us would say that he was funny as hell and just about the sweetest guy you'd ever meet, alcohol breath and all. I found this picture of him on the web...it's pretty good, it kinda shows you what a jolly old guy he was:)