Thank you werewolf, Double Zero, clwoods, Black Xero, Lantec, HG_Eliminator, Essencay, Sleeping Dragon, tjesterb, pictoratus, BlueDev, Jinn Fizz, Yarlen, Meowy, XP crazy, boopish, joeKnowledge, SSOne, Winmodify, gooberbean28, Butch123, teddybearcholla, Old Crab for the kind words. I suppose you all hold a special kind of wisdom or life's knownledge that is yet unknown to me. The pain fades gradually, but the memories remain. Every little detail of his life comes to mind these days. He was a good husband,father and grandfather,a devoted farmer who loved Earth and life,loved by his family and his fellow villagers. He died most unexpectedly at the age of 69,still yound and strong as an ox. Thus the feeling of injustice flows in me. But i know that God's plans are beyond our small minds, so i can't ask why. I'm also angry cause i feel a man like him,to whom i owe half my character,shouldn't have died in such a painful manner,cause he died trying to plough his field with a hand-tractor when he tripped and fell in the peckers of it. The only comforting thing is that i know he died doing something he really loved doing and he died instantly, without suffering. Now i believe he has gone to a better place,with less worries and no pain. May God rest his soul.
