Sometime earlier this year I mentioned that death stalks us all. Another personal reminder came this week with the news that a favorite cousin has lost her husband. Married to this gentleman only last August, this cousin has a daughter who just graduated from high school and is entering college in a matter of weeks. This will certainly present special challenges to a woman who deserves better.
My heart aches for her, naturally.
Her husband, Jeff, was a Seminole fan with children who were graduates of Florida A&M. When my older brother, his in-laws and our family all welcomed home the nephew I call "Super Duper Paratrooper" from Iraq, Sherry and Jeff came and shared the homecoming with us. There was more than a little bit of good natured smack talking exchanged since my brothers and I are all Gator fans. He handled it well and we were duly impressed.
Now Jeff is gone. Apparently, he was mowing the lawn of their beautiful new home on the northside of Jacksonville when his time came. He was in his early fifties. That used to seem so old to me. Not anymore. Not anymore.
I just came across a picture while cruising some blogs and was taken by its serenity. It is apparently a photograph of the entrance to the Orton Plantation in North Carolina, south of Wilmington and near the South Carolina line.
It's a beautiful shot, no doubt about it. A classic representation of the South.
Fare the well, Jeff. Godspeed.