A good man died today. He left a family behind. It wasn't his fault. He would be there for them if he could. But time makes a fool of us all. He thought he had more time. More time to dance with his wife. More time to play catch with his son. More time to see his daughter's recitals. Thought he had more time to make it through that traffic light. He didn't. Time comes for us all.
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