Good Ride, Cowboy
Ray grew up on the ranch adjacent to ours. He left to have a career as an engineer, then returned when he retired. A good neighbor, a pleasant man, a devoted husband, father, foster father, sincere friend and a devout Christian, Ray was driving home from a Bible study when a truck pulling a trailer pulled out onto the highway from a side road and killed Ray when they collided with his car.
Ray had the right-of-way, but he is still dead. His wife is a widow. It was a wrongful death. His wife, Robin, called last night to tell my wife, Sugar, about the accident. That is how we found out.
Last time we saw Ray, a few days ago, he was walking in his pasture when we drove by on the county road. Last time we talked was when I called to tell him that one of the cows seemed swollen and was walking awkwardly and might have been bit by a rattlesnake. He thanked me and checked it out. Previously, he had called me to say he found our cat. Good neighbor. Nice friend.
He is missed already.
Sugar could not sleep last night.
Robin asked her to sing at the funeral.
The song is one they had at their wedding. It is Borning Cry. God is with us from the beginning. And at the end.
Good ride, Cowboy! Good ride!