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    My mother would have been 101 today.
    57 years ago I was discharged from the Army.
    Mom thought that it was a nice birthday present.
    You can never see too many Sun Rises nor enough Sun Sets.

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    Happy Birthday of some sort. My dad would be 124 today. Numbers.
    If I should die before I wake...great,a little more sleep.

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    My mom would be 107, Dad would be 116 -- he was born in a log cabin in Oklahoma Territory.

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    My mother died at 91. Now would be 101.

    My father died at 57 from lung cancer. Would be 105 now.

    My mother's father died of lung cancer @ 64. Was badly wounded during WW1.

    To put a different twist on things. I'm 12 years older than my father (at time of death) and 5 years older than my grandfather. A very disturbing reminder for me of their short lives.

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    So far, I've outlived my father for 19 years.

    My brother and I have a pact to outlive all the men in the family.

    Grandfather Humphrey was 49 -- he was a motorcycle cop, chasing a speeder and someone backed out in front of him.
    Dad was 62 -- died of kidney failure and an enlarged heart.
    Grandfather Clooney was 72 and died of a stroke.
    Great grandpa Humphrey was 80 -- I don't know what he died of
    Great grandpa Clooney was 87, and walked three miles two days before he died.

    I've outlived all but one of them.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Vern Humphrey View Post
    I've outlived all but one of them.
    Not a good feeling is it?

    They died young compared to us.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Allen View Post
    Not a good feeling is it?

    They died young compared to us.
    My daughter kids me about my "girlfriends" -- very few of my male friends are still alive.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Allen View Post
    My mother died at 91. Now would be 101.

    My father died at 57 from lung cancer. Would be 105 now.

    My mother's father died of lung cancer @ 64. Was badly wounded during WW1.

    To put a different twist on things. I'm 12 years older than my father (at time of death) and 5 years older than my grandfather. A very disturbing reminder for me of their short lives.
    a good friend and one of the guys that got me into shooting Service Rifle, told me a few years before he passed, that he was then 20 yrs older than his dad when he passed
    from heart issues,

    Mike lasted a few more years, before the heart gave out ,


    sadly, his son, who was in his early 20's, and grossly overweight (part genetic on his mother side, part due to eating and drinking too much , he was also a chef) passed a few months later,
    no indication he had any issues, had a heart attack (thinking he was 25) and was released one morning after a short hospital stay, then passed the day after he was released
    hid mom went out to get some groceries and came home an hour later and found him dead

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    My ancestors used to kill Wooley Mammoths

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    The Man and the Deer


    The squirrels are rustling the leaves
    The birds are beginning to sing
    I sit freezing in the dawn
    To see what the morning will bring

    I have spent many a frozen morning
    In a tree or on the ground
    Listening, silently listening
    For a stealthy sound

    For I am a predator
    As was my father also
    And his father before him
    As far back as you can go

    This is how we fed our families
    When our spears were tipped with stone
    And we moved through the forest
    Silent and alone

    Then we used to hunt in groups
    On the frozen ground
    And we used the atlatl
    To bring the mammoth down

    The hungry children in the tent
    Waited for what we?d bring
    And so we sat silently
    An arrow on the string

    The instincts of a million years
    Now guide my hand
    And men with hairy faces
    Are with me on my stand

    He is coming, softly coming
    Drifting like a wraith
    I lift my bow in anticipation
    And dare not take a breath


    He disappears behind a bush
    But I know where he went
    And where he will emerge
    And my bow is fully bent

    He senses I am there
    He looks me in the eye
    As the string rolls off my fingers
    And I let the arrow fly

    My patience is rewarded
    And my prey goes down
    I approach him with reverence
    As he lies silent on the ground

    I look down on my quarry
    The beauty of nature is there
    I have used skill and patience
    And I have killed my deer

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