Time

I've felt uneasy for the last few days, so I figured I needed to write and get this out.

This week I called one of the farm stores that I go to for some specialty feed.  They had lost or messed up my order, and seemed very disorganized.  I was frustrated but then the man on the phone confessed that they'd been struggling since the manager had died suddenly a few months ago.

This was shocking news to me. I didn't know him well at all.  He was a tall fair haired man a bit on the shy side who ordered my special sheep feed for me and wasn't much for small talk. I always tried to draw him out a bit, and at least make him smile.

I saw that my sheep vet had written on his obituary page.  They'd just been running cattle through the chute together the week before he died.  I had no idea that he was a farmer, but apparently it was something he'd wanted to do all of his too-short life.  So at least he was doing it.  I don't know how he died, but apparently it was on his farm.  

Mortality has been on my mind a lot.  Sometimes we know how much time we have. Mostly we don't.  Which is better? What do we do with that??

He was 41 years old.  Glenn is 41 years old.