Big Al

There is a funeral this week for Big Al Gray. It's not that Big Al was big, but he had a son by the same name, so they became Big Al and Lil' Al.

Al and his family lived a few miles from us on a gravel road. We would travel between our houses on those dusty roads when I was in kindergarten, as Big Al's daughter and I were in class together. We became close friends and remained that way all through school.

Everyone knew there was something special about Al. Well, I think everyone noticed. It was pretty clear to my child's eyes. He was a farmer, but he wasn't a hurried farmer. He always took time to stop what he was doing, come see how our day was, and then end with the dreaded, "Kiss me slobber lips, I'm thirsty". I was mortified that someone's FATHER would say such a thing...but he really just liked to see me turn beet red.

I don't remember seeing Al much after I went away to college. I should have gone to see him, kicking myself that I didn't. Some of the last words he said to me were something like this, "Kathy, I know you're going off to college next week. I want you to know something. If you ever need a ride home, even if it's just for the weekend, you call me. I am always here for you and I will come in a moment's notice".

That may not sound like much, but it gave me a wonderful, secure feeling that coming home would always be attainable. Somehow he knew the right words to say.

I wish I could show you a picture of his blue eyes that were so full of love. Rest in Peace, dear loving person, rest in peace. I am glad I knew you.