Today we lost my cousin. He was driving late at night to his remote home in the woods, when his truck went off the road into a creek. Soaking wet, he climbed out of the truck and started walking. He almost made it, but he fell 200 yards from the house, hitting his head. He crawled for another 50 yards but died so close to home because it was 30 degrees below zero.
Jim was a teaser, a jokester, a lively guy full of fun. He was too young-not even 65 years old. I think the thing that bothers me the most is that the way he died must have been so cold and lonely-his last hours were not surrounded by his loved ones, but on the ground with his house in view. No one even knew he was out there.
Pray for Jim's wife Jan and his kids: Jenny, Robert, Eric, and John; as well as a bunch of grandkids.
Jimmy, you'll be missed.