Grumpa
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My wife's father passed away last week. He was 90 years old and had an accident on his tractor. He drove it off a 12' ditch bank and it rolled over at least once on top of him. He had multiple broken ribs on both sides, a punctured lung, crushed kidneys, and several blood clots in various places. The family kept him on life support for almost a week and a half then decided to pull the plug. He went almost instantly.
The thing is, I'm not sad. In fact I hope when my time comes I can go like that. I don't mean in a tractor accident, but doing what I love. He started his small pecan farm in southern NM in 1948 and lived and worked there ever since. He came from less than nothing and was very proud of what he had built for himself and his family. I never met a harder working man in my life. He loved his farm and having to leave it to move in with family or to a home would have been the worst thing ever for him. Even at 90 years old he lived by himself.
I think the only thing he might have preferred to dying the way he did might be to have been shot by a jealous husband.
RIP Isaac, you lived a full life and died the way you lived, working hard on your beloved farm.
The thing is, I'm not sad. In fact I hope when my time comes I can go like that. I don't mean in a tractor accident, but doing what I love. He started his small pecan farm in southern NM in 1948 and lived and worked there ever since. He came from less than nothing and was very proud of what he had built for himself and his family. I never met a harder working man in my life. He loved his farm and having to leave it to move in with family or to a home would have been the worst thing ever for him. Even at 90 years old he lived by himself.
I think the only thing he might have preferred to dying the way he did might be to have been shot by a jealous husband.
RIP Isaac, you lived a full life and died the way you lived, working hard on your beloved farm.
