No mystery person contest this morning . . . I have to go give my dad his big "Send Off". Will update you all on the ceremony this afternoon, then tomorrow morning we get back in our old picture routine.Wanted to share a little irony with you. My dad had grown up with, and been lifelong friends with Orval Edmiston. They were the two oldest men left in town, and both had been in this little town their whole lives. The funny thing is that both of them had been one cigar a day smokers from the time they were both about 6 years old. I think it was when they hit about 80 or 85 that the doctors finally stopped bothering them about it. Anytime a doctor or anyone else would tell them that they needed to get off those cigars, their response was always, "All my non-smoking friends have already passed away", which actually was true.
When my dad became sick and was taken to the little hospital here, he was admitted within hours of Orval also being admitted. They had unrelated illnesses, but their last few days were right across the hall from each other. Then they both passed away withen a few hours of each other. Now the two of them are down at the funeral home across the hall from each other. I also noticed that each had a couple of cigars in their shirt pocket. Really gives lifelong friends a new meaning.
