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The View from Puncheon Creek: MY FRIEND TODD

Arthur Schopenhauer
German philosopher

 “The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost.” 

I know the truth of this statement all too well for as I have advanced in years the accumulating deaths of my friends bare out this profound truth. I find as I struggle for words to express that something that would sum up the heart and soul of my friend Todd there are none. I can feel them in my heart but how can mere words convey the inexpressible? They simply cannot. What I can say without question is that Todd was a good friend, as good a friend as any man could have this side of Heaven. He mentored me with wisdom and understanding and admonished me to respect the living and the departed. Todd was a big man who did big things but never forgot his roots nor to be proud of them. My friend Todd has outgrown the constraints mortality and has joined the immortal celestially of the Heavens.

Todd’s life story is well documented therefore instead of rehashing it I will try to share a few truths everyone should know about the man we called Todd. Above all else he loved his family, all his family. He loved his children with devotion and he loved each one personally in the way they needed his affection. He never played favorites but had a special bond with each. His heart was large with compassion for any that was in need. My friend Todd had a wicked sense of humor. He often joked that Sarah Palin was to pretty not to vote for! Todd used every opportunity to bring the wonderment of new things to underprivileged children. Many children seen their first movie on his screen when he would take his projector to remote areas of the county. He treated people with regard for their situation and though politically conservative he was broadly open minded. 

Our paths crossed and we proceeded down life’s highway together. Little by little as we searched for graves, marked them or cleared cemeteries, we became good friends. As time went by we became close friends sharing our love of nature and the wonders therein. We had hoped to complete a few more projects we had on the back burner but time overtook us. Other ties that bound us was our desire to see Magoffin prosper by developing tourism to showcase our history long overlooked. For well over half of s century Roy Jack (Todd) Preston worked tirelessly to save our past understanding full well that our future depended upon it. 

The many facets of this gifted and complex man who entertained us and preserved our history add up to a true legend of whom all will miss but few more so that I. 



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