When It Rains, It Pours

I just got off the phone with my sister and it wasn't good news. Last night one of my dad's best friends had a heart attack on the couch in his basement. He was drinking a beer and watching t.v. and when his wife went to find him this morning he wouldn't wake up.

Jim was a man who was full of life. He was an engineer, but he still took jobs painting houses and chopping wood on the weekends, just because he enjoyed it. Jim always drove the crappiest cars. One time he had an old Ford Ranger that was almost completely rusted away. It was stick, lacked power steering, and had a horn that sound like a clown car. When I turned 16 he offered to sell it to me for $100 and drive it down to Phoenix from the Twin Cities at no charge. What I'm getting at is he was a true character in this thing called life.

Please keep his wife and two daughters in your prayers.

P.S. That picture is from my sister's wedding a couple years ago. His shirt has sweat spots on the chest area from dancing. If you could see the back of his shirt it looks like he had been taking a shower.