We went to a funeral for my neighbor last month.
I’ve lived next door to him on this high, mountain meadow since I was eight years old.
We went to a funeral for the founder of the Bible Camp where my husband and I live and work.
I have worked at Camas Meadows Bible Camp since I was fourteen years old.
My husband has worked here for our entire marriage and then some, for the last 23 years.
We went to a funeral where two of our sons were pallbearers.
We went to a funeral for a man who started following the Lord after his fiftieth birthday.
We went to a funeral for a man who offered 20 acres to God, prayed, listened, and promptly retired to start a youth camp. Something he had no idea how to do.
We went to the funeral of a man who reached a hundred and four years … and truly lived every single one of those days.
We went to a funeral for my grandfather, Delbert Elmer Griffith.