There are people out there who just make you feel better.
Their very existence lets you know that there is at least some degree of rightness in the world.
There’s a sense of safety in knowing that they’re out there, somewhere, in your community on any given day.
As tears stung my eyes at the first sight of his funeral program, I realized today that Mr. Tim Currie was such a man for me.
A kind, kind man. He sent me two wedding gifts – not because he forgot about the first one, but because he was so happy with the thank-you I sent. He told me that I was too practical – he wanted to buy something on my registry that was indulgent, but he couldn’t find anything.
When we were little girls, we learned to recognize his voice on the phone – he’d call to get my dad to come to his cotton gin and fix something.
He’s done other things for me — incredible generosity that I won’t give specifics about. He was just someone you knew you could depend on.
Who will call my dad Herr Schrockmeier now?
So, even though I didn’t really know him as a personal friend, the loss feels tremendous. Maybe it’s because my dad is so sad. Maybe it’s because he was only five years old than my dad. Maybe it’s just the way you feel when you know that the world has lost a really good man.
