I worked today. Left from work and went to the funeral of my friend. The church was packed. It seems impossible to think that I'm not going to see him again. My words for his family? Bill was a good, good man who loved God, who loved his family, who loved his church, and the world is a better place for that. Probably the funniest thing, which made us laugh and cry at the same time was when someone said, "He was such a tall, tall man. But you know, even if he were short, we'd have all looked up to Bill."
Somehow it felt as if I glimpsed eternity as I listened to the bell toll as it has tolled for countless others since our church's beginnings in 1865. I can't explain it any better than that. When the service was over, although the people there are dear to me, I did not stay for the meal. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to remember my good friend. So I walked to my car and as I drove up route 62, a bald eagle soared out in front of my car, the bright white of his head and tail catching the sun as he lifted higher and higher on powerful wing strokes. I watched him until he was out of my sight. At Bill's funeral, it had been read: 'But they that wait on the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.' Seeing that eagle made me smile.
Well, I best finish packing. We're heading out in a couple hours. In a few hours, I'll be meeting Susan and her husband Randy for the first time, although we've been online friends for as long as I have had a blog. I'm looking forward to this day trip very much.