Thursday we went to the funeral for Charles Loper. It was a beautiful service. The speakers were inspired, the music beautifully performed and very moving, old friends were there with kind words and open arms. . . It was very nice. Sigh. Except for the fact that we couldn't talk with our friend Grandpa Loper.
The Lopers are the kind of people that know everything about you, and love you anyway. I don't know what else there is to say. Deep sigh. Grammie Loper sent Tommy a birthday card, and us an anniversary card, 2 days after her husband passed away. There's sweetness for you. Wow. There's faith. What can you say? I told Tommy not to expect anything, because she was understandably distracted, considering this past week, and recent events. . . But then we opened the mailbox, and there was his birthday card, like every year, since 1995. She never forgets.
I told Julia, one of Charles' daughters, that wherever he is, that's where I wanna be.
I think we will be, someday, probably sooner than we realize. : ) That'll be a happy day.
We watched them take family pictures, on the beautiful church grounds, next to the building where we were married. . . We were in family pictures, on the stairs of the same church house. . . It was familiar, it was nice, it was like going home. We have 3 or 4 families, that we've come to know over the years, that are not blood, but family. It was good to see the Lopers. We'll have to get together more often.
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