Heartbreaking 💔 Stuff

Heard some news about a 21-year old union Mason who lost his life in a motorcycle accident.

The men who worked as part of his crew were absolutely heartbroken.

“I worked with him on Friday. He was a great kid. Twenty-four hours later he was gone.”

There have been way too many young deaths of construction workers here in Western New York. 

Faces that I’m used to seeing no longer here.

On Sunday, as we finished the front nine, Pops got a message. He passed along the shocking news of a death of one of our childhood friends.

“What?” I asked.

He repeated the news.

“That’s horrible,” I said.

A man who lost his life in his early 50’s.

Way too young. Way too sad.

And that’s the thing. There are no guarantees.

We don’t know the number of days we will get, and it’s so cliche to say:

“Live every moment.”

But it’s a cliche because it’s true.

When I lost a construction buddy suddenly last year, I thought back to the hundreds of interactions we’d had with one another.

We had always laughed.

Never a moment of angst or regret.

And that’s the goal, I suppose.

To bring it every day. Try and bring something positive to every interaction.

It’s nearly impossible, of course, but you just never know when the news you hear will be shocking or when the face you’re used to seeing as you make the rounds of your life…

…will no longer be there.

This one goes out to the souls of the departed those who are gone and left their friends broken-hearted.

May they find peace in the memories.