90 Years Ago Today

The world was blessed with a wonderful baby boy 90 years ago today. When he was just a child he was bitten by a water moccasin and shouldn't have lived. A few years later he fell off a wagon which ran over him, the only thing that saved him was the ground was very soft and he sank into it. He survived WWII and came home to have his foot run over by an 18 wheeler. At the age of 70 he had a massive heart attack and had 5 by-passes, at the age of 80 he had another heart attack and had 3 by-passes. At the age of 83 he contracted a disease called necrotizing fachitus. A very deadly flesh eating bacteria, that the doctors said he got by shaking hands with people. He lay between life and death for 4 days as we were told he wouldn't make it we started to make arrangements. He survived once again. The doctors called it a miracle from God. Later that year he kept getting sick and when they finally figured out what was happening we knew that it was only a matter of time till he wouldn't make it. The bacteria which he had survived in May had been cleared from his body but we didn't realize it had attached itself to the wire on his pacemaker. It was just a waiting period to till it would eat through the wire and he would be gone. On December 21, 2003 his many lives had run out and he went home to be with his heavenly Father. To so many he was Jones, Virgil, V.W., Pop-Pop, uncle Jones, but to me he was daddy. I wish he was here today to celebrate number 90, because he loved parties and having a good time.