Yesterday marked thirteen years since my father in law died from a heart attack. He had suffered a heart attack twenty years earlier and had undergone quadruple by pass surgery two years before. We all knew he was living on borrowed time, but it did not make the shock of losing him any less.
My father in law was one of the most outgoing, upbeat, people oriented, and fun loving people I have ever met. He sure could tell stories, many of which we heard over and over. He did not have an enemy in the world. I miss him very much still.