Today was Don's last day, he decided to not come in tomorrow. He has really taken a turn this week. Like he has been weak for quite a while, but this week it's been different. I've never seen death up close, but Don looks and acts like death. After 10 years of battling cancer I think he's calling it. The doctors took him off chemo and Doug thinks they're kind of just trying to allow him to pass comfortably. I don't know anything about it, but he couldn't even pull the loop on the flag pole synch thing while I was literally pulling myself off the ground to give him a ton of slack. This was something I'd seem him do completely by himself just 6 months ago (yeah I've been working as a custodian for 6 months, lets not talk about it). Certainly glad that Don is retiring and spending time with his family (grandkids and such), I really don't think he has much time and Doug and I have worried about him literally dying at work a couple times these past months. He has fallen several times among other concerning events. To end this post I will quote one of Don's most common stories. In this story he's driving home to his farm and sees a family friend parked at the bar and goes in to have a beer with him. Don is 40 the other guys is 80, and the other guys slams a beer and says "Don, getting old ain't for sissies!" Iconic little story. Don always said after the story that he finally understood what the guy meant, but had kind of just brushed him off when he was still a "young" 40 year old farmer/school principal.