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Discussion in 'Himalayan Imports' started by Bill Martino, Jul 5, 2004.
Here lies Philthygeezer. He loved small animals.
I don't think I should have a headstone.
In fact, I don't want to be buried. If I have a funeral service, I want someone to say, "Love people. Love your families. Be kind to those you encounter, and be good to yourself."
And may that be true of me, for as long as I have.
John, there's room in the desert for your ashes around mine somewhere's....
ps- i completed a little circle began some time ago when you got your Kagihara tool: I have the brother to yours. He built both for himself and if mine is anywhere near as accurate as yours...
only trouble is paying for it past Christmas....
Sorry, munk, I need trees. And a mountain, I reckon.
I must go to the mountains
I must die on the mountains
If I cannot go to the mountains
I'll live forever on the plain
Oh, yeah. Accurate, indeed. Might use it in competition (IDPA), when I get a couple more mags. Congratulations.
No sweat, Spectre; ghost munk will fly from the plains and visit you on the peaks.
Thanks Nasty for the kind words.
I'd like my headstone to read: "He Isn't Here."
I don't know why, but somebody sent me a link to this thread today. Still makes for interesting reading.
It is something all of us that come to HI need to read now and again to understand and remember the motivation that got Uncle Bill and Yangdu on this path. Duty, NOT PROFIT, was the driving force.
Caring for the needs of others by helping them make a place for themselves in the world, and finding your place in the grand plan of the world at the same time.
Seems as important for people to understand today as back then.:thumbup:
I'am sorry I have not found this place sooner. I absolutely love what Bill wrote. Peace Jeff.
Glad to see your post, Josh.
Yes, this reminder from Bill is much appreciated today.
Sort of softens one up.
As a newcomer, some thought is in order. Thank you for that.
A little busy right now, I promise I will read later today.
I arrived here after Uncle Bill's passing, but I sense his presence here, through his words and deeds, and the words and deeds of those whose lives he touched.
Ub...u are sorely missed...i wish we couldve shared that pot of gumbo together...i love you uncle...mark