Good Sunday Morning

[CKC1586]

I attended a funeral yesterday, she was 94. She and her husband were dear friends of my parents. They were hard working farmers and Gladys is the last one of their close circle of friends in the neighborhood where I was born to pass on. The verse in her funeral brochure touched me and I would like to share it:

God hath not promised
skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways
All our lives through;
God hath not promised
sun without rain,
joy without sorrow,
peace without pain.

But God hath promised
strength for the day,
rest for the labor,
light for the way,
grace for the trials,
help from above,
unfailing sympathy
Undying love...

 

[Green Creek]

Very nice. Thank you.

 

[chrisy]

what a lovely tribute, thanks for sharing, and sorry for the loss of you Parents friend.

 

[Wewild]

I love and hate funerals at the same time.

That was very nice.

Sorry for your parent's and the world's lose.

 

[CKC1586]

Thanks. Really seems strange that they are all gone. Lost my Mom in 95 and Dad in 2006. Things sure were different when I was growing up. Neighbors were close and helped one another out. They had big get togethers once a month, good dinner then out came the card tables and they would have Eucre tournaments. Us kids would play hide and seek and rip and tear around. One year a neighbor broke his leg and was laid up during harvest Dad and a couple other neighbors combined his wheat. Gladys was the last of the original circle. Now I am one of the old folks I guess.

 

[Calman]

We started having family reunions back in my home state of Missouri in the late 60's. Had my parents then and several aunts and uncles. Over the years there would be fewer and fewer of the old timers, and more and more youngins.
Now there are getting to be fewer and fewer of the ones of my generation. We are the oldtimers. I've always heard say the way to tell when you are getting old is when your parents and aunts and uncles have passed on. Guess that be me.

Cal

 

[CKC1586]

We started having family reunions back in my home state of Missouri in the late 60's. Had my parents then and several aunts and uncles. Over the years there would be fewer and fewer of the old timers, and more and more youngins.
Now there are getting to be fewer and fewer of the ones of my generation. We are the oldtimers. I've always heard say the way to tell when you are getting old is when your parents and aunts and uncles have passed on. Guess that be me.

Cal

Kinda makes you wonder if they are going to expect us to grow up now, huh?