When my Dad died in 1999, I served as the spokesperson at the "funeral". We chose to have graveside only. My bro-law Robert offered prayer. I offered my words to commemorate the life of my best friend ever.
Although I have done public speaking hundreds of times over almost four decades, that day represents the toughest speaking challenge I have ever faced.
The second greatest challenge came today. After the preacher did his part, I chose to address those gathered at the services for my friend, Luie. In a few humble words, I simply told those present that I loved him and would miss him.
It's hard to imagine that merely speaking can be such a trial and effort, but I managed to say my piece.
May God bless and keep you old friend.
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
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- I take country pride in being my parent's son, a grandpa, dad, husband, brother, uncle, nephew, christian, professor, patriot, special texas ranger, tractor jockey, woodworker, welder,shootist, bird house architect, low relief wood carver, counted cross stitcher, UT fan, meat burner, humorist, video poker devotee, raconteur, 8mm film star and all around BS artist.
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