Monday, July 15, 2019
Uncle Bill was always a very special uncle. He lived so far away in South Carolina from where I was in Indiana. I always eagerly looked forward to the family's trips up to Indiana to visit with us. Even when I was little I thought Bill had a sharp wit, and that was what I loved most about him. One of my most favorite memories was being able to visit him when his oldest daughter, Peggy, got married. I was finally able to see Bill where he lived for a change.
(Job 14:13-15) O that in the Grave you would conceal me, That you would hide me until your anger passes by, That you would set a time limit for me and remember me! If a man dies, can he live again? I will wait all the days of my compulsory service Until my relief comes. You will call, and I will answer you. You will long for the work of your hands.