Birthdays this week: none that I know of.
The most eventful thing of the past week was the memorial service for former Eagle George Noble last Saturday at the First Methodist Church. By the way, that building is older than most people in this town, being built in 1936, and is still in great condition. This proves most things can stand the passage of time if taken care of.
The memorial: I went thinking it would be just a few family and friends, and was shocked when people continued to pile in, and pile in, and pile in... I wound up sitting in the far back corner with Clyde and Bobbie Moseley and couldn't see much, but it was a wonderful service filled with life testimonies from family who were greatly influenced by George over the years. The sermon was delivered by Bro. Robert Cossey of Pine Bluff, who is Sue Noble's pastor.
As the service went on, I noted that, even at 45, I was one of the younger people there... just a few grandchildren of the deceased were younger than me. Then I started wondering: when I pass on, how many people will attend MY funeral? Well, that's a sobering moment, and as I pondered it, I decided A LOT of people would be there. Half the crowd at my funeral will be there to mourn my passing, and the other half will come to poke me to make sure I'm finally dead. But the laugh will be on that latter half; I'll probably follow George's lead and get cremated.
So if you want to poke me, do it now.
Go Eagles.
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