th1b.taylor
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I am so tired of the people I love and the people I care for dying. Our niece's Husband, Rickey Gothard, stopped fighting his twenty-seven year battle with battle with Cancer of the throat at MD Anderson's Hospital yesterday and though he has not sounded like John
Denver for all these years and has not lead Worship Service in that long, I miss him.
I began watching my friends and relatives die, just over, just barely over fifty years ago, this past June and as much as I have enjoyed People Watching, I'm sick to death of it today. People always look at me with a look of dismay, particularly young Student Doctors when I tell them I want to go Home and I pray you forgive my salt but Damn it, I miss everyone.
There are not many here and for that matter, not many in the World that God counts worthy to suffer this misery but people such as Reba and Chopper understand the true uselessness of a large dose of melodrama and my fervent prayer for any of you kids, 60 or less years old, is to never be privileged to enjoy this misery, this, really, Old Person Malady.
To my knowledge, Ricky never enjoyed riding in the wind and my first thought, this morning, was the memory of Speedy's brand new 1100 Honda Rebel and me taking it to the corner of Aldine Mail-Route and Airline Drive. I swung wide into the Parking Lot and still over thirty miles per hour, I swung wide, into the opposing lane of traffic. To my surprise there was a young man in a C10 Chevy and his Radiator was about to make lunch out 0of me and the new Rebel.
I have lived the life our LORD has given to me but I miss my friends.
Denver for all these years and has not lead Worship Service in that long, I miss him.
I began watching my friends and relatives die, just over, just barely over fifty years ago, this past June and as much as I have enjoyed People Watching, I'm sick to death of it today. People always look at me with a look of dismay, particularly young Student Doctors when I tell them I want to go Home and I pray you forgive my salt but Damn it, I miss everyone.
There are not many here and for that matter, not many in the World that God counts worthy to suffer this misery but people such as Reba and Chopper understand the true uselessness of a large dose of melodrama and my fervent prayer for any of you kids, 60 or less years old, is to never be privileged to enjoy this misery, this, really, Old Person Malady.
To my knowledge, Ricky never enjoyed riding in the wind and my first thought, this morning, was the memory of Speedy's brand new 1100 Honda Rebel and me taking it to the corner of Aldine Mail-Route and Airline Drive. I swung wide into the Parking Lot and still over thirty miles per hour, I swung wide, into the opposing lane of traffic. To my surprise there was a young man in a C10 Chevy and his Radiator was about to make lunch out 0of me and the new Rebel.
I have lived the life our LORD has given to me but I miss my friends.
