Saturday, March 22, 2008
What a man! What a man! And what a celebration of life. He lived every drop of it. The man knew how to live - for Jesus, for family, for fishing and for fun along the way. He'd want us all to wipe away tears and go fishing in his honor and
teach the younguns to catch the big-uns. Tell some good'uns while we're trolling. Then come on home and chase away the cats and fry 'em along with the hushpuppies...out in the brooder house, giving everybody a paper plate to pile your bones on. But I don't think he'd care if you wiped your messy face on your shirtsleeve. He'd still let us churn some ice cream! He taught me so much: If you don't catch 'em today, there's always tomorrow and the next fishing trip. If it ain't fun, whatcha doing it for? Stand tall and always make your mama proud! Don't cost no more to be kind.
I think he was like Will Rogers..."never met a man he didn't like" and we can sure turn that around 'n say I never heard of anyone who didn't LOVE Uncle Lacey! To know him was to love him.
He's sure a big part in my
heart and will always pick me up to think of him - him and that big grin. He could "pull my leg" every time... catch me in the punchline!!
"See you when I get there, Uncle
Lacey. Give Aunt Lois and my Mama
a hug. You won this ballgame of life down here. Now charm 'em up
there!"
P.S. I love you and I'll be
praying for all the family to keep
a chin up when they hurt so bad from missing you. Thanks for the memories. I know we can all say that our lives have been richer, fuller
'cause we got to know you. You left this world much nicer by being here.
Family, I'm with you all in spirit.
