I was at the local tag office here Thursday to register a new motorcycle. While waiting to be called, I sat next to and struck up a convo with a nice lady who told me (when asked) she moved here in 1957.
After a bit more conversation about family, she told me she just lost her 44 year old son who was retired Army. He's buried at the
Cape Canaveral National Cemetery in Mims.
He had broken his leg in Iraq, but I'm not sure if that was related to his death. She said he contracted some kind of virus and ultimately ended up at Shands in Gainesville waiting for a transplant when he went into a coma and then passed away. She still has another son who lives in town and is a fisherman. She said "He's a redneck!" which we both laughed at.
She was at the tag office to register a new trailer she will use for her pedal-kayak that she uses for fishing (so she can cast while still moving her kayak around).
What a cool lady! I gave her a hug and "God bless" on the way out.
I know this story doesn't exactly fit the thread theme but maybe has some value for others as it did for me.
Thanks for the thread, RN......and God bless to all who have lost someone they knew......