Becky and I beat a fast path down to the mountain today, and shortly after we got to the mountain, we got the news that Roaul had passed away around 8:15pm ET.
I’m glad we came down, but I sure wish I’d gotten to see him. He just declined so fast, and there was no way to get from the mountain to Oak Ridge that fast.
So, another funeral. And, the last of the Wright boys is gone.
Like Mom said, we’re losing all the good ones. That’s the plain truth.