I went to Aunt Erna's funeral about a month ago. She's my mom's aunt, the wife of my Grandpa Lloyd's brother Lawrence. Last summer we went to her 90th birthday party.
Everyone had nice things to say about her, like at everyone's funeral. No one ever says bad things about the dead at their funerals. In her case, I doubt that there IS anything bad to say. She was one of the nicest people in the world. You can tell that if you meet any of her kids (my mom's first cousins) or grandkids. They're ALL nice.
The funeral was almost joyous. Her suffering was over. Whatever would happen to her next would be better. What a nice person.
I hope people will have nice things to say about me like that. I also hope it isn't for about 50 years or so.
(I really don't like the song, "How Great Thou Art." Might be because I've heard so many people slaughter it in my lifetime.)
Regarding the Metro Health Grand Rapids Marathon, of which I'm the race director:
"If you aren't having the best marathon experience ever, we aren't doing something right."
I need to do a "viral video" that catches on all over the country because it's clever, funny, or just plain wierd.
Jacques Cousteau said this: When one man, for whatever reason, has the opportunity to lead an extraordinary life, he has no right to keep it to himself.
When I was at Ben Burk's place in Rapid City, I had a pint of Brown Cow Ale at the Firehouse Brewing Company. Then I had a pint of Firehouse Red.