Today, I attended the funeral of the father of one of my long time friends, Judy. Judy's dad, Fernie, was 82 years old and had served in both World War II and the Korean Conflict. He was a charter member of my home church. He helped to build the church. Their family included me on several vacations with them when I was in junior high. I first saw the Great Smokey Mountains with them. Judy and I rode in the back of the pick up truck, sleeping a lot of the way, pulling a travel trailer as we drove through the mountains. Her dad would honk the horn when he thought we should sit up and see a site. We saw a mother black bear and her two cubs. Judy and I had dirt bikes, (like little motorcycles, not bicycles) that we rode all over the woods. I loved those vacations.
All my childhood friends were there. We sat in the pews in the church almost in the same location that our parents sat for Sunday service years ago. We have all aged, and are saying farewell to our parents. My dad died ten years ago. We said farewell to Beth's mom a few years ago in the same church. Rex has lost both his parents and a brother.
The service was wonderful. The pastor truly loved Fernie. He told funny story after story about Fernie. Fernie was from the school of thought where he spoke his mind and left no doubt how he felt about something. I believe that those people in your life that are sometimes the most difficult, are the ones you miss the most when they are gone.
I looked at the faces of people in the church and realized that several decades must have just flown right by me. My elementary school is across the street. There are new wings on the school and the playground actually had play equipment on it. The faces of the children on the playground were all dark. The complexion of the neighborhood has changed. I drove cautiously through town, afraid I would get lost. I was looking for the high school and almost drove right passed it. What had been open empty fields were now covered with large buildings. The giant "GP" on the corner made me realize that was the school. The stadium, seemed so small by todays standards, but in my day, it was a really nice stadium.
The church remains a light to the community. All are welcome to worship there. I am very blessed to have grown up there. I love this family. I pray for strength and peace for the hard days ahead. The pastor said it best. "he will miss Fernie for right now, but not for eternity."