| Tuesday, August 02, 2005 |
| You Died on a Tuesday |
I met Eula Perry seven years ago when my boyfriend brought me home to meet his parents. That Sunday I attended the church his father pastored, and we sat behind this very special lady with a mischevious grin and coke-bottle glasses. I instantly loved her. Eula played the piano in church, and we never failed to sit in the pew behind her "reserved space" every time we came back to visit. She had attended the church for so long that she shared the same bones.
Eula and her family welcomed the Millers some twenty-odd years ago when they arrived to the small town and lived in the parsonage behind the church. Young Rancito was quite the little boy, but the Perry's took him under their wing nonetheless. When we were discussing our wedding plans and the fact that none of Rancito's grandparents had lived long enough to attend, we knew that we wanted to ask Eula to step in as Rance's honorary grandparent. Rancito's mother later reported that she was so thrilled at having been asked, she went out that week and bought a new dress for the occasion.
I was hoping to save our wedding pictures for our anniversary, but she was a very special part of that day, and it wouldn't have been the same had she not been there.
Eula was delighted when she learned that we were expecting our first child. After Lauren was born, Eula was normally the first person in the church service that got to hold her. And that means a lot in a small church where most of the members are women over 60.
Eula had recently been diagnosed with cancer. She had part of her tongue removed, and thought the worst was over. This summer, the prognosis was not good. There was nothing more the doctors could do. Eula died this morning.
We love you, Eula. We'll see you again soon. |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 8/02/2005 |
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