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So a little over a week ago, a good buddy of mine was just on a little hike with his wife and some friends, when all of a sudden out of the blue, he had a heart attack and just died. He was only 36 years old, he was in good heath, ate right, got a fair amount of exercise, average build, average weight, and then just got dead. I guess when it's your time, it's just your time. He was always so mellow and so much fun at the same time. Just an all around super cool dude (and his hair was even longer than mine, lol). You know, so often we are always chasing the next day, like it will be there when we wake up, but you just really don't know if that's really going to happen, do we? I really feel bad for his wife though, because they really were such a great couple together, and right now, she's a mess, (luckily no kids). I would be too, my wife and I are ultimate best friends, and I couldn't image not waking up next to her everyday. When something like this happen, it seems to put things into a little more perspective on how life can change in a split second. It makes you really think about the phrase "stop and smell the roses". He lived a good but short life. On a good note though, at least he doesn't have to grow so old, that he need someone help him go to the bathroom every time, lol.
Here he is being loaded into the back of my Hearse, lol.
REST IN PIECE TOBY DUDE!
The moral to the story is: Kiss you wife / girlfriend / best friend or whatever, give your kids a hug, and hope that the sun comes up tomorrow, so you can do it all over again.:bmmd:
Here he is being loaded into the back of my Hearse, lol.
REST IN PIECE TOBY DUDE!
The moral to the story is: Kiss you wife / girlfriend / best friend or whatever, give your kids a hug, and hope that the sun comes up tomorrow, so you can do it all over again.:bmmd:
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