Uncle Buddy died yesterday at lunch. He had a heart attack. I never met him. I do remember him as the guy who had pointy rocks on the side of his driveway. The rocks were roughly six inches to about a foot high and they were along the side of his driveway, blocking it off from a private road that went past on the right. I always wondered about why someone would go to the trouble of finding pointy rocks to protect his driveway. I guess I'll never know now. Did he have Christ in his life? I don't know that either. Life is a lot shorter than we realize.
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