It is Thanksgiving, and we have so much to be thankful for. Adam and Stacey are having a baby, and Sue and I will be grandparents!
Many years ago when I was in grammar school, my mother’s Aunt Sadie died, and we went to her funeral. Above the coffin was a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the shape of a rocking chair. Seems Aunt Sadie always wanted a rocking chair.
On the way home, my mother was in a stew. She said: “Why didn’t her children buy her a darn rocking chair? She would have enjoyed it far more than that stupid flowered rocking chair hanging over her coffin.
“Remember, son, if you want to do something special for someone, don’t wait too long. Before you know it, it may be too late.”
It seems that folks always talk so nicely about family and friends after their passing. It is too bad that they seldom let loved ones know exactly how special and loved they really are. In other words, tell them when they are still alive and kicking, and can appreciate it.
That brings me to my best friend of 43 years. That’s a long time, but I remember the instant we met. We were at a fraternity/sorority party in 1969, and although you were “slightly” inebriated, it was a magic moment.
Many dates and parties followed, and when we decided to wed, I thought it fitting to ask your parents for your hand. Upon stating my love for their daughter and asking for their blessing, I promptly turned and fell over your mother’s new vacuum cleaner. Another magic moment?
Over the ensuing years, you have remained my best friend, and I am proudly yours. We have seen a lot of life together. Some was bad. We have buried friends, parents and a child.