"Albert" was 55 years old, and the fifth-born of seven children. I am the second oldest and babysat him often while he was growing up --- and while I was still at home.
Yesterday, Albert was out taking his usual morning stroll around his small town, when he collapsed on the sidewalk. The doctors said it was a heart attack. The weather in Manitoba was -20 degrees yesterday, perhaps even colder in the morning when it happened. He was also a smoker with parents who both died from lung conditions. Not to mention he was on heavy-duty medication, all factors which produce stress on a set of lungs, I figure.
- I remember him for his gentle nature.
- He was such a sensitive soul --- a man who was not afraid to cry.
- He played a mean steel guitar.
- He could sing along beautifully to his music.
- He didn't shun me when I came to visit him.
- He lived an independent lifestyle, separate from the family religion.
- He was deeply spiritual.
I feel a deep sadness today as I grieve his loss. Even though, I don't believe that death is the end of everything. Instead, I believe death is more like a time of transition, not unlike winter. Still, I grieve, as I am human.
Thanks for letting me share my sadness.
satinka