I intend this to be full of respect and love for Kbilb and his family.
A very few years ago, Betsy found my friend, Randall, dead on the steps down to their garage. That must have been horrific. It was tragic. Randall was in his 50's. At their wedding reception, I cleaned and cut the calf fries. He and my fellow rugby players were close.
When I thought about things later, I thought about my mother who died after months of hospice care in her own home for liver cancer. I thought about my father, who died after years in an assisted living facility for those afflicted with Alzheimer disease.
There are worse ways to go than to be found gone.
I hope their family, one day, appreciates how lucky he was.
I hope, one day not too soon, to go that quickly, and spare my wife the long and drawn out ugly.
I pray his family looks to the good over the bad, and thanks their gods for their blessing.
I say his name once more so he will not be forgotten.