I was lying in bed last night, trying to remember the name of the "club" my brothers and I had when we were little. It basically was the three of us and a couple brothers from school. I called Dan to no avail, so then I naturally dialed Sam's number. At about the second ring, I hung up. What was I doing? It's been five months (tomorrow) since Sam met up with Gracie and began walking face to face with Jesus. I remember having a similar experience in the first few weeks after my grandfather died. I eventually found out our name from one of our founding members (a friend), but I wish I could have asked Sam.
And if you're curious, it was "Tykes". Tyler/Kessens
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My husband and I lost Ron, a dear friend, this July (he was in our wedding and was godfather to our youngest) at the age of 45. Massive heart attack was a complication of diabetes.
I was watching a Cubs game with my husband and they made a ridiculous error (as they were prone to this year) and I had actually dialed Ron's cell phone to see if he was watching, and the phone rang twice before I caught myself. I am amazed at the odd things that make me think of him out of the blue. The same thing happened years ago when my father-in-law passed.
Just shows you that death cannot sever some ties!
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