We got a call on Thursday evening, late; later than Kathleen’s mom Mary usually calls.
My father-in-law, Ron, died suddenly on Thursday. He’d gone out to clear some broken branches out of the brush, and he didn’t come back in. Mary found him by the tractor.
We spent the weekend out at the farm. On Sunday, I went out in the yard and on the road, and took a few photos, as is my way.
One of us—I think it was Kathleen, but I agree 100%—that at least he died doing what he loved: being mad at a tree.