Friends

Friends

Amazing how friends are, I had not seen Bill Rowell for ten years plus but as I turned into the gate at the cemetery in Jackson, Tennessee, there he was standing near where my parents are buried and where my sister was going to be buried that day.

Bill had read in the paper that our family was gathering for my sister’s grave side service and he was the very first one there.

He is a couple of years younger than I am but we played together a lot on Lindsey Street and were great friends in that East Jackson community. His father was younger than the rest of our dads so he was still playing ball and active in sports and Bill became a really good ball player.

Bill has remained in Jackson and retired a few years ago and has certainly kept up with all the guys and girls of Lindsey. We spent all the time we could we me asking him about all the old gang, what a joy and how very wonderful it was that he knew so much about each of us.

No one can understand how great it made me feel to see Bill standing there like a long lost friend, all the flowers and all the notes could never have blessed me like his smile and the hug we shared.

Don’t you just love friends?

Ivan

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Published in: on August 8, 2016 at 10:34 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. So nice


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