God Speed Old Friend
Mar 8, 2014
|There are times in our lives when we are jolted out of our reverie.
This morning we received an early phone call from our daughter, informing us that an old friend had passed away yesterday afternoon.
Harold has been a friend of ours since 1979 when we first met.
We became close friends and shared many of those “memory making moments”. We vacationed together, along with several other couples, to Estes Park, Colorado. Harold and I took my daughter, Jennifer, into Rocky Mountain National Park to go trout fishing. Harold helped Jennifer learn how to do things and she ended up being the only one to catch anything.
When our daughter, Kelly, was killed, many friends and family gathered at our home. Of course, Harold came to our home and one unforgettable image we have of this good man was of him sitting alone at our kitchen table sobbing.
When Harold retired, I was still flying, and whenever we were together, I would ask him how he was enjoying retirement.
His reply was always the same, “The worst day of retirement is still better than my best day at work!”
Harold and his long time friend, Dallas, made a routine of meeting at a local café for coffee and conversation once a week. I was fortunate enough to join them a few times, and it was always a pleasure. We realize that our friend Dallas, will miss his long time buddy also.
We shared a great deal of good times with Harold and his wife, Theresa, usually with other good friends around also.
Whether in our home or his, it was always a pleasure.
So I’ll just wish our good friend, GOD SPEED, and recall from time to time, the happy times we shared.
Today, Marilyn & I drove to San Antonio to join one of my high school classmates for lunch. Sherry and I have been friends since grade school, more than 62 years, and it is always nice to share a hug and visit for awhile. Today was extra nice because also joining us was her daughter, Debra, a stunningly beautiful young lady, and Sherry’s son, Ken, who is a fine young man struggling with some health issues.
We all met at a wonderful restaurant called “Z Tejas” which serves awesome Tex-Mex food.
The food was just fabulous, as was the conversation and the company.
We said our goodby with shared hugs, and drove home in steady rain, with some fog.
Now, as I write this journal, we are all warm and snug in our cozy RV. The fireplace is on and we look forward to a quiet, peaceful, evening.
Life is Good!