of funeral after funeral. I am trying not to be depressed.
Martin Snider died last night. He has been ill a very long time. He was ready. But it is so sad that all these people that I have known all my life are slowly, but surely leaving my life. Martin was one of the people who started the congregation on Winding Road, where I go to church. I have known him my entire life. :(
It is not just older people though who are departing this life.
Since my Grandma died in September, there have also been others who have gone that were so young.
A friend of mine's niece lost her baby. He was 10 months old. I cannot even talk about this.
And last night at Walmart I saw a young man I used to babysit. I nearly burst into tears when I saw him. His wife was killed in an automobile accident in the snow storm a couple or three weeks ago. She was 23. He is, of course, having such a tough time. Luckily his family is there for him.
I am reminded of the song:
This world is not my home, I'm just a passin' through
My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue