CL is what we called him. He shot the local 3 gun matches and enjoyed life. It was always a treat when he would call and ask in a gravely voice: "Hey Tim, what are you doin?".
He always asked how I was before he got into what he needed from me. When he came by the shop he would stay and talk for a while and tell me who shot what score and such.
He would treat my daughter like a princess, and my wife with respect.
He never complained about what I charged him, and he always paid in cash on the spot.
More than any of this though, he was just a good human being and that was obvious whenever you were around him.
I liked him so much that whenever he came by, I would drop what I was doing and work on his project immediately.
I felt an urge to call him last week just to see when he was coming to see me. I was too busy and I forgot.
He died yesterday of sudden heart failure.
It was too big, and he used it too much to bless his fellow man.
CL,
Travel on my brother. Rest up till the rest of us get there. I'll be by directly.