If bad stuff is going to happen to us, it will likely happen in February, you can be sure. And, alas, this February was no different. The five of us in our immediate family—Son-in law Tyler, daughter Mindy, grandson Mason, Sandy and I—had, at various times, bouts with colds, bronchitis, ear infections and stomach flu. Besides that, I had to have a couple of steroid injections for arthritis, so we were ready for February to be finished in terms of our health issues.
As if that weren’t enough, our good friend Bubba lost his dad, Barry, to cancer. We have known Bubba and his family for many years, and his mom and dad, Barry and Algene Barker, have been sort of our adopted parents after Sandy and I lost our own parents over the last several years. Barry was much loved by lots of people, and we will surely miss him. Sandy and I couldn’t help but think of the sad irony that we both lost our own fathers in the month of February. (See what I mean?)
|Bubba (Brent) and LouAnn|
|Barry Barker (1927-2011) and wife Algene (Bubba's parents)|
Sandy and I drove Phannie out to Lockney, Texas (near Plainview) for the funeral, and we had our first “moochdocking” experience there. Some neighbors who lived across the street from Barry and Algene insisted that we park in their driveway and hook up to their water and power for the two nights we were in Lockney. This worked very well, and we’re grateful to the Teeters for their hospitality. At peace now and with God for the ages, Barry; yours was a life well lived.