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Life is but a Vapor Here Today and Gone Tomorrow

Updated on September 8, 2016

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


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    • Fiddleman profile image

      Robert Elias Ballard 5 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

      Thanks for stopping by to read my hub and to comment.

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      Donna Cosmato 5 years ago from USA

      This is an incredible tribute to someone who made a difference in your life. Thank you for sharing it and giving the rest of us a peek inside your heart of hearts. My condolences on the loss of your friend.

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      Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      I wrote an article yesterday for AMS, who pays me to write general articles on topics I choose from their bulletin board. Yesterday I chose "Travel". I gathered my research and as I thought about how I wanted to put the article together, I read that vacations are not an extravagance, but a necessity according to medical research. Those that enjoy an annual vacation live longer. Like your article relays, our lives are "but a vapor". We don't have forever.

      Since my layoff, I have been stressed, wondering how long I can afford rent, food, vet care for my buddy. I no longer am able to afford $500/month for health insurance. I decided that I can shorten my life by worrying about something I may not live long enough to experience or I can enjoy each day I have and be grateful for what I have. The latter is the ticket. No one really has but the moment they are in. Thanks for the reminder, Fiddleman.

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      Robert Elias Ballard 5 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

      Thank you sampsons1.

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      Sam 5 years ago from Tennessee

      What nice words to say in regards to a friend and family member who have passed. May God richly bless and comfort those that remain...

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      diogenes 5 years ago from UK and Mexico

      Poor old (young) Bull. My condolences to you. What an awful age to leave his family; I hope he didn't suffer too much. As you say, life is just a vapor and a mere flash of a second in real time...Bob

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      Teylina 5 years ago

      Oh, Fiddleman, I'm so glad you wrote this to bring all of us who read it back in focus as to what and who is important! We need those reminders, and you'll never forget those keys when you think of Bull--kind of a neat memory. Bull has died and your grandson growing up, but that memory will be there.

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      RobertElias Ballard 5 years ago from From the Blue Ridge Mountains of Western North Carolina


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      emichael 5 years ago from New Orleans

      This was a great tribute, Fiddleman. Really good.