Temple Village Reunion...

I grew up in Temple Village. It was a neighborhood that was built around members of Temple Church many years ago. It's a maze of Temples-Temple Drive, Temple Lane, Temple Terrace, Temple Way, Temple Circle, Temple Road, North Temple Drive, and South Temple Drive. It's very easy to get lost, but that's part of the fun.

My best friend growing up, Ronda, lost her mom. Today was the funeral. It was a packed house and there was a Temple Village reunion. I saw so many familiar faces of friends and neighbors looking a lot like I remembered their parents. We were all older, grayer, and more wrinkled than the last time we saw each other.

Memories of good times, laughter and joy, tears and sorrow all mingled in the remembrance of Jean. I loved her. She was so much a part of my life at one time. She welcomed me and I was just another one of the family. She laughed so wonderfully. A full deep and hearty infectious laugh that couldn't help, but lift your spirits. I learned and ate Norwegian pancakes, lefse, and the most noxious of all--lutefisk. I had never heard of it and I learned to my horror that it was a fish soaked in lye. I still don't understand how it doesn't kill you especially since it's so toxic tasting.

She was a people magnet and welcomed one and all. There was never an unwelcome guest in her home. Her gift was a reflection of her Lord Jesus--she loved everyone and accepted them with an open, loving heart. She gave you the warmth of her heart and you felt a part of the family.

My life is richer for having known her. She gave me happy memories and a most wonderful friend. She had a most wonderful family. I am so thankful for her life and say Thank you, my most gracious Lady.

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