To everything

Turn, turn, turn ...

My mother's cousin in Rhinelander passed, so I'm heading over there to meet her today for the funeral. He had circulatory troubles, but it was a sudden death.

Still, he had a good family, many friends, and loved life -- which might be what drew him back to the Wisconsin countryside after Vietnam. (His dad came from Baldwin, if I remember the family tree correctly.)

I remember visiting Bill's place on a family vacation once, my brother and I eyeing the jukebox, and him telling my father: "Up here, we got only 2 types of music: country and western."

He always had smiling eyes, the few times I met him at family reunions and funerals.
So R.I.P.
Day is done.