They live in my memories.

My friend called me last night with the sad news that her dad died yesterday afternoon. I have known both her mom and dad for 37 years. They came to visit when my babies were born bringing handmade knitted booties. They shopped every Wednesday and we would chat over our carts. We were in church discussion groups together. My most recent memory is when he came into the flower shop to send a birthday arrangement to his sister. His eyes sparkled and he smiled in enjoyment. I will treasure his last Christmas card. I will miss him though I know he rests in the sweet arms of his wife who died four years ago. A very difficult week for us. On Monday, I was shocked when my husband ame home from bowling and told me that the league secretary died of a heart attack thirty minutes before the bowling start time.