A Day's March Nearer Home

It's almost 7:00 . . . time for our favorite programs from the British Isles. I do so like their sense of humor. All kidding aside. We just got home from Harold Widholm's funeral. It was a beautiful day, bright sunshine in Glendale Area, a tantalizing gentle breeze at a replica of Old North Church in Bostom. Bob Trim faithfully presented the gospel with lots of our favorite verses. Carolyn Widholm played a delightful medley of hymns. Bob Nakka spoke to the living dead to be sure they understood eternity. Saw lots and lots of old friends . . . Gordon and Alice Gooding, Bill and Lois Lee, Gordie, Irene, Tom. Marie and Wendy Woehl, Al and Kathy Wright, Betty Jean and her daughter. If I weren't so tired I could think of more. Maybe tomorrow. I am right now feeling so very, very grateful for my family, my meeting family and how they all seem to put the shoulder to the wheel and comfort, sustain and pray for sustenance. Someone always comes through in time of need.