Once again, I can't believe I haven't posted since October. Last month my post was called "Cycles" and I feel that is an appropriate title again.
As I may have mentioned, Tony's cousin, Alan, died a few weeks ago. He was 74 and a real health nut. Not an ounce of fat on him. And, of course, he died jogging. I felt bad, because Alan was a very nice man, but then, our neighbor, Bill or "Wild Bill" as he was known, died on November 4. That really hit me. He was in his early '60's and yes, had health issues, but was doing so much better. Just a few weeks ago, he was walking around the Compass Pointe Craft Fair and driving his truck. He was always the life of the party and made everyone laugh.
Maybe it hit me harder because he lived two doors down from us. Or, maybe because of his age. Maybe it was seeing him recently looking so good. I don't know, but I do know that we lost a wonderful person who will be missed by many, many people.
I'm sorry you are gone, Wild Bill. I'm sorry that Colleen is alone now. I will listen for you on windy days and in the cool of the evening because I know you will be looking down on us saying hello and smiling. I will smile back. You always made me smile.
