I went to a funeral on Saturday. It was the funeral of a man I have known since a I was a baby. He was a dear friend of my parents, from their college days. He was a kind man, quiet, but brilliant, with a delightful sense of humor. If ever a man lived with …
Aunt Juanita’s funeral was yesterday. There is, of course, absolutely no way for any description I could write to do this fine woman justice. But I would like to share with you an anecdotal snapshot or two from my aunt’s life. If you read my last blog post, then you know that my uncle A.J. …
I attended the funeral yesterday of a most wonderful man. He was a gentle man, and a gentleman in the true sense of the word: kind, hard-working, a devoted husband, and a loving father. It was the funeral of my Uncle A.J.. He was 89 years old when he passed from this life on the …
Maybe death really does come in threes. Our story begins back in Athens, GA, in 1977, and not when Harry met Sally, but when the Big Bison met Tracy, while both were attending the University of Georgia. Tracy, our dear faithful friend through the years, who ended up being the best man at our wedding. …
I have a dear friend, and her name is Big Nance. We’ve been friends from our first class together in graduate school. We bonded as we laughed ourselves silly over the inanity of a particular professor of a statistics course we were taking. He was a professor in the Counseling department, and teaching statistics was …