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Thank you for posting this, Steve. 66 years only; but such wisdom and talent for that youthful age.steve-in-kville wrote: ↑Tue Jun 08, 2021 6:38 am If this isn't appropriate, a mod can remove it:
https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/there ... =198950671
Ernie wrote: ↑Thu Jun 10, 2021 1:37 pm Lester's funeral service is happening currently...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6r7RBMUz5nU
I expect it will stay. And it is ok if a big lump in your throat forms and won't disappear and if the tears keep running down your cheeks. Nothing particularly outstanding about the service... it just comes as I think about Lester, his heart for me and his heart for the rest of the world... I will miss him deeply...
Ernie wrote: ↑Thu Jun 10, 2021 4:43 pmI expect it will stay. And it is ok if a big lump in your throat forms and won't disappear and if the tears keep running down your cheeks. Nothing particularly outstanding about the service... it just comes as I think about Lester, his heart for me and his heart for the rest of the world... I will miss him deeply...
Thank you for posting this link Ernie. One blessing is Marlene's testimony when we saw her at the visitation was that Lester carried peace with God to the end and that was now strengthening her to have peace as well. Doesn't stop the tears but thank God "death is swallowed up in victory."Ernie wrote: ↑Thu Jun 10, 2021 4:43 pmI expect it will stay. And it is ok if a big lump in your throat forms and won't disappear and if the tears keep running down your cheeks. Nothing particularly outstanding about the service... it just comes as I think about Lester, his heart for me and his heart for the rest of the world... I will miss him deeply...
lesterb wrote: ↑Tue Feb 06, 2018 1:01 pm The push to agree with or fit into the mainstream of anything is fraud [fraught?] with danger for the Christian.
My motto has been a little like the one portrayed in this poem.
Not all of that has been by choice.
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.