A long time ago during the summer there was a fire in a house over west of Ponsford. It was a hot day…first I was sent for sugary drinks and ice water, then I pumped water out of the pond for the tankers. I never made it near the house but I heard that there were newspapers and magazines stacked up all over in the house and that made putting out the fire quite difficult. We were there for the better part of a day.
The elderly fellow that lived there moved into the barn. I have often wondered “Didn’t he have family?” After that we would see him on his tractor going to church. Church must have been at least ten miles from his barn. Even in the winter with the cold wind blowing he would be all bundled up and on his way to church.
He attended church faithfully.
Last week at the cemetery I saw his headstone.
Someone put a tractor on his headstone. “Friend to all.”
Tears here. To be alone is very sad. hug B
ReplyDeleteHe must have had some friends at least, to have such a nice headstone, unless he took care of it himself. He was 83, if I figured it out right. I like the tractor. :-)
ReplyDeleteHis friends were his family. Being single, I can understand how this would work.
ReplyDeleteI assume his last name is on the other side of the memorial? You have helped a "good man" to be never forgotten.
I covered it up in the photograph.
DeleteFriends are good family too :-).
ReplyDeleteA faithful servant and a fitting headstone.
ReplyDeleteA very appropriate headstone. Always sad to hear when someone dies.
ReplyDeleteGod Bless Ray, and God bless his friends for the tribute on his headstone.
ReplyDeleteRIP Ray, fitting headstone indeed.Blessings Francine.
ReplyDeleteThat's rather a sad ending. Some people live to their own tune.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post about a very determined church-goer. He has a lovely resting place.
ReplyDeleteI like the tractor, and I think Ray would have, too.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty much a loner myself. I don't have time to "suffer fools" and there are SO MANY out there! LOL! I love being alone. I do wish I had a good friend near by but I've tried and I'm too liberal and too independent for a woman living in this area of the country....or so it seems.
ReplyDeletePeople want to feel sorry for you but I feel sorry for a lot of them because they're not living their authentic life and I have seen many unhappy "couples" that seem to live just to make each other miserable. So, for me, I'm good and Ray was probably happier than most....I know I am!
So happy that someone thought enough of the fellow to put that inscription on his tombstone.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story.
ReplyDeleteWhat a guy Ray was! Going to church driving a tractor 10 miles in the winter takes real dedication. Bless his friends for seeing that he had such a nice headstone! Great post.
ReplyDeleteOh, I see. You removed his surname from the stone, under the tractor. OK.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great post. From the fire, to moving into the barn, to driving the tracto the loving headstone, it's all very touching.
I can't think of a finer obituary than that. The only thing I would prefer on my headstone would be something like "he was a harmless blogger .... and he lived to be 200"
ReplyDeleteHe must have had somebody who cared about him. I can't imagine him arranging this stone for himself. There are lots of extremely stubborn people in this world who would insist on living in their barn after a fire and, nice as they can be, there would be hell to pay if you try to force them to do something they do not want to. Ask me how I know--LOL! I could likely morph into one myself come the day. ;)
ReplyDeleteIt is a good story. People make do whenever things happen that they loose control of in life.
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