Joe just called to tell me that one of our O.P. coworkers died of a heart attack at work yesterday. I was on the tree crew with Dick for a few weeks; he was a quiet, laid-back guy who always managed to keep his head above the negativity and crap at work. His dad had just passed away earlier this winter; a few days later, his wife died - she had cancer but was expected to live at least 6 months. Right before I left for Colorado, he came up to me and said "Want to see a picture of my girlfriend?" and handed me a photo of his 1940-something Indian motorcycle - a very sweet bike.
Wow, I am really glad him and I had a chance to talk a little bit before I left. He was just so quiet, but one day we just started talking. He was trying to get money to go to HVAC school and move up north. I kept trying to convince him to move to Colorado, because it's the place to be!
Very sad. :( And just shocked. I have lots to type and pics to put up, but not really in the mood right now. He didn't have any kids, but 2 dogs. Those poor puppers. Yeah, don't know what else to say, just shocked. Dick was such a good guy...
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