I remember walking into the hospital room, and looking at my wife. Upon seeing Ross, her faced immediately turned red and she started to weep harder than I had ever seen her.
I've always taken this is a testament to Ross' character, friendship, and loving nature because my wife tends to handle these situations well given the nature of her job (mortician).
Even though he was so tired he readily welcomed us in for a visit, so we chatted for a short while talked about life, told him to be strong and said our farewells.
I am glad we got to say goodbye.
Upon leaving the room we got a little ways down the hall and we had to stop because my wife was so upset. I had never seen her like this before and just held her, and assured her that everything would be alright.
At least we got to say goodbye.
About a month later Ross made his trip up to the grand lodge in the sky.
Suddenly my petition didn't seem so important.
I remember being awestruck at his funeral service. As further testament to Ross' character there was about 500 people at his funeral service. Of that 500 about 150 were Freemasons all dressed up in their masonic regalia.
It wasn't until after his funeral that I realized that Ross simply got sick before he could turn my petition in after the summer recess.
I still wanted to become a Freemason but no longer knew how to go about it with the passing of my friend. And once again as life can do, I got swept up in the rapid passage of time. Calender pages began turning and life got busy.
Marriage to my beautiful wife.
Renovations on the house.
The birth of our beautiful daughter.
As these amazing things began to happen in my life. The longing and draw I've felt to becoming a Freemason became stronger and stronger, and my initial decision to join became clearer and clearer. As I settled into my role as a husband, and then a father I was able to ease up on my throttle and start to re look at joining....
This time was definitely the right time...
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