Farewell, John
My Fiancée lost a beloved member of her family today. Betsy's uncle (John Priestley) died of heart failure at the tender age of sixty. A gregarious outdoorsman and M.D., John packed a lot of life into his sixty years.
John called me, out of the blue, a few months ago to discuss rock climbing. Although not a serious climber, he had summited the peaks of Mt. Rainier and Kilimanjaro - in his mid fifties - and he told me that he wanted to do more technical climbing in the future. Thinking of that phone call reminds me of just how ephemeral life is and how we should not waste a day of it.
My condolences go out to John's family and all those who loved him.
Travel well, my friend.
John called me, out of the blue, a few months ago to discuss rock climbing. Although not a serious climber, he had summited the peaks of Mt. Rainier and Kilimanjaro - in his mid fifties - and he told me that he wanted to do more technical climbing in the future. Thinking of that phone call reminds me of just how ephemeral life is and how we should not waste a day of it.
My condolences go out to John's family and all those who loved him.
Travel well, my friend.
In Loving Memory of
1946-2007