I remember you teaching my Bible Class,
Wednesday nights in the church basement.
I remember that game with the wooden top
spinning through the big table top board.
I remember how you came to my softball games -
A stand in for my grandfathers who lived too far away to come.
I remember you teasing and picking and loving me,
the way my Papa always did and my Grandpa still does.
I remember dinners at your house,
Sunday lunches at Sizzler,
many Sunday lunches over the years,
Wednesday night fellowship dinners,
Sunday nights at Shoney's.
And I remember this summer
when I went to the cook-out after church-in-the-park
I sat with you and we talked about books
and reminisced about those Wednesday nights
when I was a kid and you were my teacher.
I'll miss you Bill.
I'll see you on the other side.
|January 3, 2010|
A Sunday lunch after church