A Good Man
When my family was young and Handsome was in the early days of starting our business and too busy to do much around the house, a friend told me about her uncle, Handyman Bob. I called him and booked an appointment for the many little things that needed to be fixed in my 1929 Tudor home
Bob and I removed the shelving when we remodeled, reinstalled it, and added more after move in. We did yard work, touch ups, and more. I truly cherished our time.
Both of us loved hamburgers.
We'd take a break and go to a local drive-in across from the Catholic High School. We talked about everything-family, hobbies, politics, etc.
Several years ago, I had a strange phone call from him. He told me he'd had a stroke and wouldn't be able to help me anymore. My heart broke as I loved our time together. I told him when he felt better to call and we would go out for lunch.
In the years following, we went to our favorite drive-in and ordered the same hamburgers, fries, and
A few weeks ago, his friend, Carole, phoned and told me he'd passed. She'd held his hand and his weak heart stopped. Mine ached. Memories we shared surfaced in my head-- #2 helping him repair a window he'd broken. #1 saying Bob was the strongest man he knew.
Friends come to us in many different ways.
I will always be grateful to this man for the many things he did for me and my family. I lost a friend who was truly a Good Man.