Simple Living with Wanda Urbanska

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Thursday, October 27, 2005

At Rotary this past Tuesday, I met Ann Vaughn and Brenda Goings coming into the parking lot. So we all walked into the Rotary luncheon together. Ann was red-eyed from tears. Buster Jones, she told me, the 92-year-old friend of ours whose son the late James Jones just received his purple heart this past Saturday, passed away the day before—Monday, Oct. 24. Buster was outdoors cutting wood. The timing certainly gives credence to the notion that we choose when we die. Buster had just received an honor in his son’s memory that he’d sought for 38 years. He’d received accolades and love from the entire community—people he’d worked with and for, family members and others had turned up for the dedication. He seemed spry and impressed and I thought he’d live another 10 years. But he didn’t. He didn’t make it 48 hours. On an impulse, Ann attended church with him this past Sunday, instead of going to Trinity Episcopal as usual. May he rest in peace.