Computer woes

I'm sure that it's probably me.

I've never worked on a PC and we now have one in the Features department. It may actually be one of two computers in the Newsroom that work. Well, most of the time.

I have had nothing but trouble logging on to this site. And since we have to blog at least three times a week, I'm in trouble!

It appears to be working now.

It's been a bad couple of days. On Sunday, my good friend Bill Rich called and said one of his trusted employees died. David Moon wasn't just an employee, though. He was one of Bill's friends. And through Bill, David became one of my favorite people.

I knew that David had high blood pressure. I thought he was taking medication for it, but apparently, he took the first bottle and then never filled the prescription.

About a month ago, he started complaining of headaches, numbness and forgetfulness. All classic signs of either a heart attack or stroke. Right? Doesn't everyone of a certain age know this?

Two weeks ago, he finally went to his doctor, who immediately gave him medication to bring his blood pressure down. David never went back to work, though people from RSL Theatrical went to see him.

Last Wednesday, David had a stroke and never came back. He died on Sunday.

At his funeral this morning, one of his buddies said that he hopes that the men in the church and even some of the women will learn from David's death. And take the medication that is prescribed to them. Every day. He took out the pills he's been prescribed and named them. Then he took them in front of everyone in the church.

David's wife, Kathy, said she knew that it would be a difficult task to get the men of RSL to wear dark suits to his funeral. So she asked them to wear the black RSL T-shirts as the honorary pallbearers. The other pallbearers, David's friends, wore Hawaiian shirts. David loved Hawaiian shirts.

The minister at Cornerstone, David and Kathy's church, spoke once at the beginning. The rest of the service was great. David's friends got up and told stories. We laughed and cried and laughed some more.

It was a wonderful send-off for a wonderful man.

I'm going to miss him, though not as much as his co-workers, friends and family.

Sayonara, David Moon.