Small town Blessings!


I have always loved being from a small town. Everyone knows who you are, and when you aren't sure of what you are doing, someone else knows! I never really stop to think about the small things until this past week. Living from a small town, the blessing are all around, you just have to take the time to see them.


I don't mean to sound selfish when I post this, and I hope the family doesn't mind, but I feel the need to post how I feel. Maybe someone will get something out of this also.


Small town blessings come in strange places, strange packages and strange ways. This week, a very close friend's grandfather passed away. I have atteneded high school with his grandsons, I am on the fire dept with one, & I hope I can say I feel close to his family, so I felt the need to go to the wake. Which is nothing out of the ordinary for us "small town people" to show our respect to the family. But for some reason, I felt the need to go to the funeral the next day. Oh, as sad as it was, it was a blessing. The gentleman that passed has had cancer for a while now. Which as bad as we hurt, we know it's a blessing he's with the Good Lord now.


I knew he was a retired trooper, retired veteran, but I didn't know he was a former POW. Which all this means, he was receiving a full military service from the 21 gun salute to the playing of Tapps. I had never attended a full military funeral and I now know it's a service that tears at your heart. And having family and friends in the service, this took on a whole different meaning to me.

For I know the children and grandchildren of this gentleman were dedicated to the caring of their father & grandfather. This was a man they looked up to considerably. And so did the community. In today's times, things aren't respected as they were years ago, and when you see two grandchildren of this man stand and salute their grandfather's flag that come off his casket, it warmed my heart to know that there is still respect in today's society. Sometimes it is hard to find. I still get teary eyed when I think about them saluting their grandfather. You could see the love and respect in the way they stood, their posture and the motions they put behind it.


Blessings--I'm blessed knowing that Mr. BT had a great family he's left behind that I can say I'm greatful to be associated with and a friend to.


I was blessed to see that there is still respect in today's society to those members that have served and are still serving our country.


I'm blessed simply because things seem a little clearer to me since Monday.


I hope that if any of Mr. BT's family reads this post, that I've done good in wording what I felt and the blessing that I received.

And my thoughts and prayers are with you always!