Man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble.
He cometh like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow and continueth not.
This morning I learned that my friend, Frank Hilson, died yesterday. I only knew Frank for a few years and we only spent a couple of weeks in each other’s company but hardly a day passed that we weren’t in contact with each other via emails. I can’t imagine anyone not liking Frank Hilson. He was that kind of guy. I wish I had known him longer, but I’m grateful for the time I did know him. He will be missed by everyone who knew him.
9/28/1939 – 11/15/2011
Please, don’t think I’m being flip about this, but it’s our destiny. We all owe our creator a life. There’s no getting out of paying that debt. You can’t beg for more than what you’ve been allotted. It’s not going to happen. But whether we’re here to see it or not there’s always another sunrise.