Life is but a Vapor Here Today and Gone Tomorrow
Go Rest High on That Mountain
For the last 14 years each Monday morning promptly at 10 AM, the sound of a big truck could be heard making it's way up my gravel driveway. If I happened to be sitting in the living room I could see the big red truck as it slowly passed the windows next to my fireplace and I knew it was our good friend Eric Sherman. "Bull" as he was affectionately nicknamed when he was a toddler would soon exit the cab and empty our weeks garbage and as quickly as he had appeared soon would be on his way to another customer of Maybin's Garbage service.
Last Monday "Bull" came right on schedule but this morning he knocked at our door.With his ever present smile he enthusiastically wished us a "Good morning." Holding a set of keys in his hand he held them up and said,"I found these outside lying on the ground near the trash cans, thought maybe you may have lost them." The keys were some we had given our youngest grandson to play with because of a little light on the key chain to help find the key hole on a car at night. Maddox liked to play with the old keys and was forever trying to insert one of them in any key hole he could find. These were not any important keys just some keys of older vehicles and locks we no longer own or use and he had simply thrown them down where he had been playing.
After a some conversation about his Grandmother's health who also happens to be my wife's aunt,he bid us a great day and was off to continue his daily routine of collecting garbage. The week continued much as it usually does in our quaint rural community with not much happening but on Friday morning as I was outside I heard the sirens of an emergency vehicle coming down Green River Rd. I knew in an instant it had made a right turn on to Cabin Creek and the sounds soon went out of my hearing.
A short time later I heard the emergency vehicle returning from the mountain. I did not learn until later in the day that the person they had picked up was our friend "Bull." Bull had suffered a heart attack. The EMT's efforts to revive him failed and Bull had died, he was only 46 years old. After learning of Bull's untimely death, I went to the home of his parents to offer a measure of consolation. It is always difficult to find the right words and this afternoon was no different, how I wish my limited vocabulary was sufficient to convey our hearts throb during these times of grief. Bull's mom told me he had just learned he had congestive heart failure, hypertension, diabetes and other health issues.
It is sad such a young man has to die. He leaves behind a 2 year old son and two daughters in addition to a brother, his parents, one grandmother and a host of friends. Bull's mom also told me that he did not have any health insurance and was reluctant to go to the doctor. We have several free clinics here and it is a tragic circumstance he would not go to one for help. We all will miss "Bull" and pray for the comfort of his family in the days that lie ahead.
I write this because Bull was not only a friend but a family member and this is not in anyway an article to that is written to demean or criticize anyone or family, only my way to show a tribute to someone who came into our lives and added in a positive way. Rest in Peace, "Bull" we will miss you.
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. James 4:14 KJV