He didn't fell the tree, but it sure felled him.

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My memory tells me that he was a logger of some sort. It might not have been his trade though, but perhaps a task borne of necessity. Whatever the reason, it would see the death of him. I was told of this in such a way that I could almost plainly see the man himself standing before the tree. It seems to me that this all happened on a spring day, the weather was brisk but just enough to make outside chores tolerable. He wore a heavy jacket and fastened to it and himself were chains. He kept them there in case he needed to scale the tree and chop away at it that way. Perhaps, if he had, he'd have lived a little longer. I don't know of the exact circumstances of his death, but I do know he left behind a wife and a baby boy, his namesake. He would be seen again, but as an apparition. A pale form floating before the windows that overlooked the front yard and valley below. His niece was sitting at those windows at the time and screamed when he appeared before her. **I use Felled which means "Cut down (as in a tree) instead of "failed".*