[Speed Gibson,
Sunday December 16, 2007 at 6:22pm]
Roses in December
My Uncle Bill passed away this morning, at 86. I realized that my father also died in December shortly before Christmas 25 years ago. There's never a good time for a funeral, and the parlors can't take the month off. But I still remember Rev. Iverson quoting playwright James Barrie: "God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December."
You've not met my Uncle Bill, except that you have, many times I hope. He was one of those "salt of the Earth" types, worked hard, married, had four children, helped so many others, always seemed cheerful, and honored his family name. And his problems were never your problems. He more than earned his long retirement in Texas.
Only in America.
You've not met my Uncle Bill, except that you have, many times I hope. He was one of those "salt of the Earth" types, worked hard, married, had four children, helped so many others, always seemed cheerful, and honored his family name. And his problems were never your problems. He more than earned his long retirement in Texas.
Only in America.