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What follows is in no special order. We found that over the years that some of the friends we made from church and had similar family bonds treated us like friends. It we're friends with their kids we're friends with them. Since I had little solid male companionship growing up will this was very important for me. That brings up the memorial in the newspaper. It was for a man named Roy Wright. Roy had two daughters and one of them, Rhonda went to our church was married to a man named Rod. We met them at a church function and the conversation started out with teasingly insulting Rhonda. Found out later that she was used to dishing it out but rarely got it dished out to her. I have been a person who teased all my life and I could tell somehow that she was too. We became immediate friends and then we met her folks, Roy and Karen. We were helping them get there new house ready to move into. We moved some furniture in and we were taking a break. I noticed the painter was painting French doors. I had painted a half-dozen and found them unbelievably difficult. It was going through it like it was butter. I never seen anyone paint so well and so fast. I commented that to the other guys and was overheard by "the painter". He came over, showed me the brush and made up a story about the edge of the brush. It sounded almost believable but I realized he was pulling my leg. He joined our conversation and spoke like he had known us for years. He left the room then and when it with Karen and her two daughters. Other guys in the group laughed and said you know that is Rods father-in-law. The joke was on me and I found that Roy was as my friend from my whole life. Every time I saw a Roy he talked to me I get bit my friend forever. He was an amazing man and a really enjoyed meeting him and knowing his own family over the years. He left behind a great testimony for his wife and children and now grandchildren.
I am not able to finish today as I had hoped.Too much Trigeimimal pain. It is back. See Neurologist Thursday.