Dad and Edith

These were some thoughts after returning from Edith's funeral last year. 

  I got back from Dallas around 1 PM yesterday. It was just a quick trip to attend my stepmother’s funeral.

Mother died in her 51st year. Edith (Mimi) and my dad were married on New Year’s Eve 1970. On the surface they may have seemed about as mismatched as any two people could have been.

    Edith earned a degree, studied Spanish and French, and worked for 30 years at SMU. Dad was pretty much uneducated, dropping out of school at an early age to help make a living with his single mother and sisters. Edith was an avid reader and member of a book club. Dad struggled to get through the paper or the rare letter from his wandering son. As opposite as they may have been, they made a wonderful life together until he passed at 92.

    The service on Saturday could not have been any better. The weather was clear. Wildwood Chapel at Restland was just right. Edith’s minister brought a eulogy that no one will soon forget. Through the various journals, etc. Edith had kept, he was able to share a beautiful review of her remarkable life. Yes, remarkable life.

    Tom Brokaw gets credit for the term, “The Greatest Generation,” and he sure nailed it. That’s what they were. They were the not so ordinary folks, the depression kids that won the Big One and built a nation. Our loss heavens gain.