The Departed

Another thread from the tapestry of my life is gone. Our friend Nancy Laura breathed her last this past Thursday. There will be no more tales to tell and stories to weave. No more trips to the river, nights by the fire, dances at parties, laughs and hugs. I’ll have to make do with pictures on the wall and a head full of memories. And that’s a tale as old as time. 

She came into my life in 1969 soon after I met my soon to be wife, Pharaby. She met and married Tom, the brother of one of my wife’s closest friends, Mary. They had two children. We had three. We attended church together. Stood as godparents together. Camped together. Hunted together. Road tripped together. Attended UH football games together. Celebrated New Year’s Eve together. Went to bowl games together. Lived just down the road from one another from Houston to the Hill Country. Their friends became our friends and vice versa.

Life, however, has been dealing our little group some sad hands lately. Since 2020, two husbands and now two wives have departed. Grief is the new constant companion.  But we will gather at the river this fall to celebrate the living and the dead. Touching the void but also touching one another. Carrying on. Because there are still the children and the grand-children and they carry our genes and maybe some of our memories and maybe they can help carry us a little further down the road. 

John W Wilson

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