When you ask God for a gift,
Be thankful if he sends,
Not diamonds, pearls or riches,
But the love of real true friends
Helen Steiner Rice
Tim was laid to rest in a tree shaded cemetery in Shreveport where several generations of his family are already interred. Friends and family gathered to say goodbye to a man that we all loved and admired. Ada was the rock that I knew she would be for the services, but we all knew how her heart was broken and aching.
Dinner the evening after the funeral seemed incomplete without Tim there to tell stories; he'd have loved the sight of all 25 of us seated at the long table. Some of the group were relatives and others were "just" friends, but we were all bound together by the common thread of having known and loved J. Timothy White III.
Does it seem strange that we brought the dogs along with us on our marathon drive back to Louisiana?
Tim was a dog lover (is there such a thing as a horse person who isn't a dog lover?) and Mr. Biggs loved to sit on his lap and be stroked. After getting to know Biggs, Tim caught the Jack Russell bug and came home from a trip to Oklahoma with a JRT puppy "Jack" who soon became the apple of his eye.
Biggs had another seizure last week (his second this month) so we weren't willing to leave him behind. No doubt, Tim would have approved and understood.
And since Mr. Biggs was coming, there was no reason not to bring Atta who helps Biggs feel more secure when in a strange place alone. The Residence Inn was pet friendly and the weather was mild enough that they could even stay in the car without being too cold.
Too soon it was time to leave and we said goodbye with promises of future visits, texts and phone calls.
Should the retirement gig not pan out, Joe and I may have a career as long haul truckers: seventeen hours and 1,100 miles after leaving north Louisiana, we pulled into our driveway in VA at 1AM.
Though he'd done practically nothing but sleep during the drive, Biggs laid down in the bed and slept for 9 hours without moving a muscle, only waking up after being rousted out of a deep sleep at almost 11 AM. Ah, it's good to be a beloved old dog......
Thanks to everyone who sent a note or comment this week, I'll get caught up one of these days!