IN MEMORY

Otis Bheal Garrard

Born April 12, 1915
Died March 17, 1989

Mollie Ferrell Garrard

Born September 15, 1918
Died October 25, 1997

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me
in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

As you can see, my father has been gone for several years but my mother passed away only recently. So, while I still miss my dad, I'm only beginning to miss my mom. This is especially true because for the last three and a half years she lived with me and my family. I am glad for this although there were times I wasn't. You see, my mom probably had Alzheimer's disease. Her memory was bad and there were times when her temper was worse. But I tell you now that I would put up with a lot worse than we ever did to have her back now. But I only want her back for selfish reasons because she is with my dad again in Heaven and I wouldn't bring her back from there if I could. So I'll just wait till we're all together again and I'll remember them for the good people and good parents they were. And I'll try to live by what they taught me and pass it on to my children and make them proud that they had a son late in life and named him Bob.
Thanks, mom and dad. I love you.

...And My Sister

Shirley Ann Garrard

Born December 1945
Died May 1960

I'm glad I knew you for a little while and, even though it hurt you, I'm glad I made you laugh.

July 23, 2001-- This may seem a little odd and perhaps out of place, but today our dog died. Fuzzy had been with us for over 14 years and had been a real part of our family. He also had stayed with my mother after my father died and had been a real companion and source of joy for her. So we pay tribute to the one we lost today: Fuzzy or Foozenheimrich or the Black Jet or the Grey Ghost or Big 'un, or whatever we called him and he came.