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Post by Mahnarch on Sept 17, 2007 23:34:25 GMT -5
Ed Garen wasn't a famous man. He didn't contribute to global well-being and he didn't have a million dollars.
What he did do was drive straight trucks for a small, up and coming, business in Zeeland, Michigan.
Ed Garen was a British-born U.S. citizen, with an accent so thick you could only make out every third word he said. But his kind heart spoke a universal language.
Ed was with us for 4 years. A retired engineer in automotive design who came to us for 'something to do'.
6 months ago he found out he had a tumor in his abdomen and sought treatment through surgery and chemo.
Ed lost his silent battle with the tumor this last saturday in his home with his wife, Vivian, holding him close.
Ed leaves us only 1 month after his own mother passed away of old age. Vivian, his wife, is also fighting breast cancer. Ed used to refer to himself and his wife as 'The Chemo Couple'.
He was high spirited right to the end.
I, and all of us at InOnTime, will miss you, buddy.
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Post by Blastgirl on Sept 18, 2007 0:24:06 GMT -5
I'm sorry about your friend Mahnarch.
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Post by Classicblast on Sept 18, 2007 20:24:08 GMT -5
Loss of a good friend is the worst.
A few months ago I felt bad because a guy a young player I teamed with was very talented and should have had the chance to go higher in baseball but he decided to use drugs and sell them and he got shot killed a few months ago. What a waste of good talent.
And good hard working people end up with cancer It just doesn't seem fair.
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Post by Mahnarch on Sept 18, 2007 23:03:15 GMT -5
Thanks for condolenses, guys. The showing was tonight, but I couldn't make it. I recruited a fellow dayshift driver to be there for me, though.
Living and working in a retirement area has always brought death but, with the garage it was customers. People you only saw ever few months, or so.
Losing a co-worker/friend that you saw at least once a week is tougher.
Driving is a job where you work with a lot of people, but you don't see them every day, or week. Sometimes months could go by but, Ed was always signing out as I was coming in.
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