My friend, Thorne, died just after I returned from Kokomo. There was a celebration of life today at the Pointe. There was a pretty good turnout, and we heard a few stories.
Thorne was our WWII vet and had gone to Normandy for the 80th anniversary of D-day. He was so excited to go and jumped through all the hoops. When he came back his health started deteriorating. He caught Covid. I think the trip took a lot out of him, but I am pretty confident he would say it was worth it.
Before I left for Kokomo, we had a conversation. He was 96 years-old. Joined the merchant marines when he was 16. Worked military for a lot of years. Married. Had children. Traveled the world. He had great stories. Was so proud when he got the congressional medal of honor. As he said, he had a good life and was ready for the next chapter.
I will miss him and his iced coffee with two creamers. Light and love Thorne on your journey. I hope that Claudia met you and gave you the biggest hug. RIP
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