The Whole Gang
Monday, August 14, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
Granny Riggs a.k.a. Jewel Marie Riggs
It was a sad day. It was a happy day. Balancing the two proved very difficult indeed. No one could find fault with Granny going to heaven. Everyone would miss her terribly. It was a beautiful thing to watch her family march into the sanctuary to celebrate the life of this lady who had impacted them all so much. For the rest of their lives they would see Granny in things that they did, hear Granny in things that they said, and take solace in the fact that she touched so many lives so deeply.
One of my favorite memories of Granny occured when I helped her into bed from her wheelchair. Cynthia was smoothing the covers and I gently (or so I thought) lifted her from her chair and placed her on the bed. She looked at me with a stern face and said, "You rough duck, you!" To this day we use this moment to describe any sudden or jarring incidents.
I am amazed at the impact one little lady had on so many people. Family alone would total over one hundred! Add to that the church family, friends and neighbors, and everyone she would meet and the number easily runs into incalculable digits. Truly, Granny was loved and loved greatly. God bless you, Granny!
One of my favorite memories of Granny occured when I helped her into bed from her wheelchair. Cynthia was smoothing the covers and I gently (or so I thought) lifted her from her chair and placed her on the bed. She looked at me with a stern face and said, "You rough duck, you!" To this day we use this moment to describe any sudden or jarring incidents.
I am amazed at the impact one little lady had on so many people. Family alone would total over one hundred! Add to that the church family, friends and neighbors, and everyone she would meet and the number easily runs into incalculable digits. Truly, Granny was loved and loved greatly. God bless you, Granny!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
When Winter Kisses Spring
When Winter kisses Spring
Tis the briefest of flings
One knows that it can’t last long
The two together is simply wrong
One is hot, the other is cold
One is timid, the other is bold
Only amongst the rarest of chances
Do they give second glances
Yet in that single moment of time
When they lose sense of reason and rhyme
The two lean towards one another
And give the kiss of a true lover
Alas it is fated from the start
Theirs cannot be an affair of the heart
Winter will loosen its icy embrace
And slip from Spring’s warm face
When Winter kisses Spring
Tis the briefest of flings
Tim Johnston
March 23, 2006
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