Whoa - day 7 and a funeral
Whoa - day 7 and a funeral
Seven days and it's ok. The funeral was sad for me. As soon as I walked in I started crying. Ack! Tried to hold it together. Bob was not Mormon but his family is. His son is very high up in the Mormon church. (I am not Mormon). There was a lot of speak on the Book of Mormon that I didn't understand or really care about. I mean no offense by that. When they asked if anyone wanted to share stories about Bob, I bolted out do my chair like I was shot out of a cannon. Quickly realized I was the only one up. As I got to the pulpit, I said, "is it ok I'm here". Hahaha. Yes they said. I was too upset to say all I wanted to say but I did say this:
"Because of Bob, I will love more, live more, argue less, have more patience, do more service work, trust more, listen more, talk less, be more kind, be content, be happy, be gentle, practice self control, appreciate my family more, and cherish every single minute I have. "
A few people hugged and thanked me for speaking. Then it was over and my husband and I left.
I will not drink today. I just won't do it. Rest sweet Bob.
Loves SR.
"Because of Bob, I will love more, live more, argue less, have more patience, do more service work, trust more, listen more, talk less, be more kind, be content, be happy, be gentle, practice self control, appreciate my family more, and cherish every single minute I have. "
A few people hugged and thanked me for speaking. Then it was over and my husband and I left.
I will not drink today. I just won't do it. Rest sweet Bob.
Loves SR.
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