Remembering Rick
Today, the day I am starting this entry, is December 21, 2018. I probably will not finish tonight, or even this month. I have to have time think things through. On December 16th we lost one of the pillars of our little church; Rick Mills. It was a blow to us all, but we rejoiced with him as well. He'd spent the last few years battling an incurable cancer, was on meds for it and was sick most all the time. He'd spent a great amount of in and out of hospitals this past year, and I believe he was ready to rest and meet his Savior. The only reason he'd stayed was for his wife, Jane, and his family. At any rate; we had his funeral today, the 21st. The family had a memory box there, with papers for us to fill out with memories of Rick for them to read over. I took a paper, but couldn't get my thoughts into coherent words. This funeral, though beautiful, was hard for me; almost as hard as my dad's was. That is what this bl...