I stopped reading the obituaries. There were so many deaths this year and I am told that this is to be expected when one gets to be my age. Did this help ease the loss? No. Did I feel any better from hearing this? No. Is it true? probably.
For the Names I am calling as The Town Crier, some were young….some were middle age and some were old. Does this matter? Not really. Their time was up on this earth and therefore, it was time for them to go. I am thankful that it was my privilege to have known them for whatever time I had with them. They added value to my life; laughter, joy, discussion and shared memories of a time and place.
There may be a few I missed. Some of the funerals I attended; others not; I spent the day remembering.
When I received the text at 4:02 p.m. yesterday in Walmart, as I was purchasing a new phone, the clerk had to read me the message. I stood there and looked at her stunned. How could this be? Thankful that my daughter-in-law had spent Thanksgiving with her. She fell the text said; was taken for surgery and died with an aneurysm.
We never know, do we? Would we want to receive an engraved letter, like in the commercial, that our heart attack or our aneurysm is arriving in 2 days. Would we have time to finish our many projects?
My projects may or may not be finished; when my time comes; my heirs can decide what to do with the bits and pieces left of my life.
May your days be filled with peace and love and joy and may the Town Crier not call your name or the name of one you love this holiday season.
Merlene Robertson (sister-in-law; she supported my brother in his church missions)
Bobby Garrett (eldest son of a childhood friend, no longer; he was a great farmer, farming thousands of acres)
Diane Chesteen (graduate school friend, teacher of Special Needs Children)
Walt Cartier (cousin-in-law, Mississippi Benefits Chairman before he retired)
Charles Ray (A very dear friend since the early 70’s; Chairman of Redstone Federal Credit Union)
Sandra Moon (a good friend for years; First woman president of Huntsville City Council)
John Moon (Sandra’s Husband…I can hear him say: Pick up the phone, it’s Linda Bourgeois; retired Colonel)
Phil Williams (a friend from days past who helped me with my first company…died from Agent Orange….was married to the wife of a Doctor who helped me start the first free Epilepsy Clinic in Huntsville; he died from a brain tumor)
Sharon Kunitz (the daughter of friends of mine from theater days….very young…1957-2013; She was a Jewish Cantor)
Harry Butcher (the father of one of my son’s good friends from high school)
Joyce Cartier (first cousin, who worked for Bobby Chain, Chain Electric, for 37 years)
Mr. Smith (a father of one of my son’s good friends from high school)
David Dodd ( we went to school together for 14 years…friends? we argued with each other….he and my brother were friends)
George Dickerson (Station Manager:from the inception of Public Radio in Huntsville and one of my very best friends until he retired;; many lunches; many books and he and I, with help from many produced, a documentary on Epilepsy which won 2 national awards and one international award; stored in the JFK Library)
Pat Smith (one of my closest friends…we had so many brunches together…once a month…he was one of the doctors I worked with). He worked tirelessly for women to have the right to choose.
Marion Frances Dodd Gilliland (friend from high school; David’s older sister…the entire family is now gone)
Barbara Jones (my son’s mother-in-law)
Jane Mabry (first woman to serve on Huntsville City Council…had my first antique booth with her).
Quietly we slip away.