1/12/12 From
faculty wives' meetings and Campus School PTA to weddings and births of grands,
there are some friendships that just span generations along with several house moves. Sally is such a friend. A friend in the faith. Hubby
still pesters her for her strawberry salad which is his fave. She brought it to him in 1974 after the
diving tragedy. It was one of the few things he could even eat because his grief
was so deep. She and I have also shared “C” journeys, though hers was much
worse than mine.
Nowadays we share
the “funeral factor” as we have buried our parents. But how blessed to be there with
each other during those times. Today I had the privilege of being on “kitchen
crew” at her house just as she did for me when Larry’s folks passed away. Her daddy,
Frank Smith, was such a fine man and a great storyteller, so it was a privilege
to “man” the kitchen in his honor…. and fun to laugh at the precious retelling
of little Mason’s comment, “My grandpa’s in that box right there, but his soul
is in heaven.” Smart youngster!
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