I did a lot of HVAC work with my friend GB and I was supposed to meet him today to go over a 7.5 ton compressor change out I did Friday and Saturday. GB died today, he was 71 and I got on to him all the time about working too hard and he was cross with me when I spoke with him yesterday afternoon about me doing the same thing he was doing, running until falling over. I've been known to go 24 hours straight and spend a week recuperating. I did it 6 weeks ago and it took a month instead of a week to get going again and there I was, up on a roof swapping out a really big hunk of metal. GB was in intensive care last week where he already died once and was brought back but dammit when he got home, he was supposed to stay off his feet and not exert himself. I caught him on his hands and knees running a power circular saw, cutting a hatch into the floor of his house to get at some pipes and wiring. You can't tell your friends not to kill themselves if they're bound and determined but all you can do is give them your support and friendship. A bunch of us guys who were loosely associated are getting together to make sure everything gets taken care of, it's the least we can do for our friend.
TDD