Got milk!I’m still in Seattle and it’s still raining. Imagine that.
I spent all of yesterday at the folks’ place. Mom called me here at my brother’s place in the morning asking if I could come over earlier than planned because dad was, “having trouble.” We don’t know what the cause is but something is clearly amiss. He can’t get in to see his doctor until Thursday afternoon. Between now and then he’ll lay low, we’ll keep a careful eye on him and I’ll do all the driving (!).
If they’re up to it that will include driving them to the memorial service for Evelyn Fosse this afternoon. She was my best friend’s mom and died last week after several years with Alzheimer’s. Wilson died two or three years ago.
Roger and I attended the same schools and the same church. Because we lived a mile apart we walked to and from school together almost every day during both Jr. Hi and Sr. Hi school. In my senior year I drove a 1950 DeSoto (chick magnet!) and picked Roger up each morning.
Sundays were spent at church - worship and Sunday School in the morning and youth group and evening service at night. We were a pretty tight group of kids, but Roger and I especially because of our connection during the week. Summers were spent hanging out, riding our bikes and playing street baseball, half the time at our house and half at his.
Roger was killed in the crash of a commuter flight in the early 90’s while returning to his home in Pennsylvania from a business trip. He left behind a wife and five young children. I had the honor of participating in his memorial service. But even after that his parents, Wilson and Evelyn remained very important people in my life. They had been a second mom & dad because of all the time I spent over at their house with Roger and they were active at our church in ministries with my folks. I had a permanent connection with them because of our mutual love for Roger.
Evelyn made great pickled herring each year at this time. And cookies. And almost anything else that came out of a kitchen. But mostly she always had a smile and a warm greeting for anyone. Walking into their house always meant a cheery “Hello, Craig!” It was nice to feel like I had another set of adults who loved me and would be there if anything went wrong. The fact they were there at church too made it perfect.
I smile thinking that Evelyn is with the Lord. And she’s with her son, Roger again. Even as her Alzheimer’s progressed she stayed a cheerful woman, but her joy now is deep and unmitigated by any sorrow or affliction. Her memorial service this afternoon will be a reminder to us of our great hope.
I spent all of yesterday at the folks’ place. Mom called me here at my brother’s place in the morning asking if I could come over earlier than planned because dad was, “having trouble.” We don’t know what the cause is but something is clearly amiss. He can’t get in to see his doctor until Thursday afternoon. Between now and then he’ll lay low, we’ll keep a careful eye on him and I’ll do all the driving (!).
If they’re up to it that will include driving them to the memorial service for Evelyn Fosse this afternoon. She was my best friend’s mom and died last week after several years with Alzheimer’s. Wilson died two or three years ago.
Roger and I attended the same schools and the same church. Because we lived a mile apart we walked to and from school together almost every day during both Jr. Hi and Sr. Hi school. In my senior year I drove a 1950 DeSoto (chick magnet!) and picked Roger up each morning.
Sundays were spent at church - worship and Sunday School in the morning and youth group and evening service at night. We were a pretty tight group of kids, but Roger and I especially because of our connection during the week. Summers were spent hanging out, riding our bikes and playing street baseball, half the time at our house and half at his.
Roger was killed in the crash of a commuter flight in the early 90’s while returning to his home in Pennsylvania from a business trip. He left behind a wife and five young children. I had the honor of participating in his memorial service. But even after that his parents, Wilson and Evelyn remained very important people in my life. They had been a second mom & dad because of all the time I spent over at their house with Roger and they were active at our church in ministries with my folks. I had a permanent connection with them because of our mutual love for Roger.
Evelyn made great pickled herring each year at this time. And cookies. And almost anything else that came out of a kitchen. But mostly she always had a smile and a warm greeting for anyone. Walking into their house always meant a cheery “Hello, Craig!” It was nice to feel like I had another set of adults who loved me and would be there if anything went wrong. The fact they were there at church too made it perfect.
I smile thinking that Evelyn is with the Lord. And she’s with her son, Roger again. Even as her Alzheimer’s progressed she stayed a cheerful woman, but her joy now is deep and unmitigated by any sorrow or affliction. Her memorial service this afternoon will be a reminder to us of our great hope.
4 comments:
While reading this post I was reminded of the book "Saint Ben" by John Fischer. Ever read it?
http://www.amazon.com/Saint-Ben-John-Fischer/dp/1556612591/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_9
No, I haven't read it. I'll put it on my Kindle list!
Alas, I don't think it's available on Kindle. I'd lend you my physical copy, but it's a long drive from Thailand to AZ.
Sam took one glance at the DeSoto and yelled, "Doc Hudson!" (from Disney's movie, Cars) This kid of mine truly loves your blog.
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