We always liked having R. around our place at the Hotel. No matter the task, whether visiting M., his wife (and our RN coworker) on the unit or fixing something broken, he was happy and smiling.
He was a good old boy who had a whole bushel basket of gifts. He was courteous, kind, and a whiz in the machine shop. Our volunteers were stunned when he fixed one of their pieces of equipment and got his staff to bring it back to life. It wasn't just better. It was amazing. In fact, they thought they got a new one.
Today I heard R. left us. He passed away too soon. Being retired for almost two years, he was doing fun stuff until he got sick.
I thought of him when I heard this song. And we at the Hotel mourn with his wife and family today. Yes, indeed, he was a hard working man.
RIP R., because you earned it.
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