Maggie's Farm

Near-holy perfection for a dear pal who died a week or so ago. We expect our friends to stick around forever, but they do not. I have been losing too many, lately.

A sweet and gentle fellow, a true gentleman, who always would lend a hand despite his many life struggles and sorrows. Devoted to doing for others, and never doing enough for himself. A true humble child of God, and everybody who knew him could see that in him and loved him for it. He touched many people with his gentleness and relentless generosity of spirit. His warmth and humility came from God, I believe.

Too young. I'll smoke a good ceegar for ya, dear friend, and raise of glass of semi-decent Cabernet for ya as I know you would like me to do, and as we have done many times in the past.

He would appreciate this tune. If heaven has internet, Bob will hear this. I hope so.