Today was a hard day, yet very special. I was supposed to do a short blogger eulogy for Curtis at his memorial when all hell broke loose.
Some guy in a dump truck left his "dump" up and slammed into the underpass that takes me to the inner city. I was trapped on the road for forever...or so it seemed. Fortunately I got there only 15-20 minutes late.
It was so sad. Those of you who remember Ellen his wife that died three years ago, will know how much they loved each other. As much as we don't want to believe in fairy tales this was one of them. It was decided that he died of a broken heart. Yes, he had some health issues, but he never recovered from her death.
You see Curtis was much of a loner all his life. He didn't have any parents and was passed off to his grandparents when he was little. He loved them dearly and spent his childhood on a farm with them. But, he lacked the friendship of other children which I don't think his grandparents could provide. I'm not sure what he did after his grandparents died, but from what I gathered he served in Viet Nam later. It was told today at the service that he never talked about that. Curtis loved people and animals.....he was a very caring and gentle giant. I can't see him in war torn countries. Perhaps that is why he could never sleep at night and would blog in the middle of the night or in the early mornings. All we can do is guess.
I hope I didn't offend anyone with my redneck blog yesterday. I just thought it would have made him laugh.
Taking off my granny pants ........... an going to bed.