I did something today that I don’t like to do. I went to a funeral. My Grandson Ben’s Great Grandfather on his mothers side died. His name is Frank Turner. His family and my family are connected in two different ways. My youngest son, Tate, married Kami Harris. Her mother was Karen Turner, Franks daughter. Then my middle son, Todd, married Jeanette Turner. Her father is Joe Turner a brother to Frank. Joe is also deceased in fact Frank was the last of his family. Of course you don’t go for Frank other than respect for a life well lived. You go for his loved ones that are left behind. They say that death is just a part of life but it is a part that no one likes.
After the funeral Twila and I went to Stillwater and picked up our granddaughter Angel. She is a joy. I was only blessed with boys until I married Twila so a little girl doesn’t have any trouble wrapping me around her little finger. When she crawls into my lap and tells Twila “ This is my PaPa” she pretty much melts my heart.
The Oklahoma/Texas AM game just ended and Oklahoma got their heads handed to them. Thank goodness Oklahoma State won their game today against Baylor.
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