I remember the darning sock funny bussiness Opa... a.k.a. Sam.... we had lots of laughs on several long going threads between random and games and they intertwined with each other...you had to read the one to get the jokes in the other and vise versa. It was always a hoot.
Sally called me before to talk and chat with me and like others said, she wanted to know about me and my problems in life and health concerns and that's what I remember...that and her laughter now that I heard it because laughter always seems to be the best medicine for that which ails ya.
She contacted me after I let it be known I had a horrible experiance culling my first weak baby chick...she let me know how to do it and told me Opa was the one who taught her. It wasn't anything I wanted to learn but knew if I were to raise them, there would be times that it would be needed. She was totally empathetic to the horror in which I had just faced and it was a comfort having someone who understood and even more comforting telling me what went wrong and how to fix it so it would go quickly and less miserably. I appreciated her reaching out.
She was always someone I considered, friend, although we spoke less in recent times.
This was one of my daddy's favorite hymn's and was played and sung by his youngest sister at his funeral in 2000...I always think of it now in times like these...
How Great Thou Art
Stanza 1:
O Lord my God,
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all
The works Thy Hand hath made,
I see the stars,
I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy pow'r throughout
The universe displayed;
Stanza 2:
When through the woods
And forest glades I wander
I hear the birds
Sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down
From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook
And feel the gentle breeze;
Refrain:
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Stanza 3:
When Christ shall come,
With shouts of acclamation,
And take me home,
What joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow
In humble adoration
And there proclaim,
"My God, how great Thou art!"
Refrain:
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Sung here by Martina McBride