The Gentleman that is the head of the range I shoot at during public hours has been in the hospital for two days. Diagnosis is sketchy right now. Originally thought to be a stroke. Another MRI tomorrow.
I perceive him to be a "gentle giant", a large and self professed retired "fleet sailor" he will not tell you what that was all about, a true measure of those who served. Wicked, caustic humor directed at me that I love; he does get it back and responds that I have the skills in that arena. Yet he will always tell you about the Granddaughter that he loves dearly.
He is a true Gentleman in every sense of the word.
If you believe in prayer, please pray for him and his family. His name is Ken.
I would miss him greatly; I can only think how much his wife Kitty and their children and Granddaughter would.
So in retrospect my week was not that bad. You have to keep it in perspective.