I'm feeling an odd mix of emotions today. Yesterday we attended the funeral of our good friend and former Pastor, George Webb. I am feeling sad at the loss but thankful for all he meant to us. I met he and his wife, Florence when I was about 14. I was visiting my grandparents in Holbrook, Arizona. Florence was my Sunday School teacher that summer.
After graduation from high school, I ended up moving to Holbrook. I didn't exactly plan to stay there (It is a very small town!) but found a job and ultimately met and married my husband. George performed the ceremony.
Over the years, we maintained a close friendship with George and Florence. They were with us for all of the important events in our life.
Florence passed away about a year ago. I think George has been ready to go ever since. Their life was a 68 year love story. I'm hoping for the same.
I miss you, my friends.
(But I'm happy you're together again.)