I am numb with grief yet at peace.
Born during the great depression, Daddy grew up in a house without plumbing or electricity; as a young man he hitched a wagon, plowed fields then served in the Korean Conflict. He married, had children, farmed, and drove a school bus for thirty three years.
A quiet, humble, yet sometimes infuriating man, he left a loving wife, two children, six grandchildren and fourteen great grandchildren.
The outpouring of love and condolences has been nothing short of amazing. After a service honoring him, the Patriot Guard escorted his body from the church to the cemetery. An honor guard from Fort Hood played Taps and executed a perfect flag folding ceremony. He would have been genuinely surprised at the outpouring of love and caring.
Yuton died with a look of peace about him. Even though his life was full of physical suffering from a long term and debilitating back condition, heart issues, COPD and a handful of other health problems, he never complained. He wasn't perfect but he somehow danced to the music life chose for him.
How about you?
How are you choosing to dance?
In memory of
Yuton H. Harris
No comments:
Post a Comment