Sometimes we all need to stop and think about the things we should be so thankful for. Other than our material and spiritual blessings, let us consider the many wonderful friends God has blessed us with.
This past week we have been really busy at Bolton Furniture, and for that we are truly thankful. Friends have made that possible, and we always enjoy seeing and visiting with friends every day of the week.
Wednesday of this past week I made a trip to visit one of my best friends ever, my buddy, Mr. George Carter.
I have mentioned George in many of my Homefolks U.S.A. stories through the years. His family and my family shared many wonderful hours together visiting the furniture market, various factories and the Civil War show in Nashville, Tenn.
George never got in a hurry when visiting a market showroom – or eating a meal at various restaurants. He drove his car at the speed limit, sometimes even below the limit. His brother Billy once made the remark, “I believe George invented slow motion.”
Things began to change for George several years ago when his wife Syble passed away. His health began to take a turn for the worst.
A heart attack destroyed a portion of his heart, breathing problems developed, kidney failure happened, and the past few years have really been a struggle.
The only thing that never changed was his attitude. It was always good.
He kept a positive outlook and continued to believe the future was going to be good for him, his family and his business.
Finally, he thought it best if he closed the business; his health would not permit him to open every day.
He lost his balance walking without a cane or walker, his breathing became worse, and he was not allowed to have solid foods.
His new home was a health facility in Columbia, where I visited with him Wednesday.
We had a good conversation. We talked, we laughed, we shared stories about the past, and he told me he planned on getting well and maybe returning home.
I didn’t argue with him, only encouraged him to remember that the best is yet to be. He smiled and said, “You’re right. I’m 90 years old, and I thank God every day that he has given me a long life.”
We shook hands, and I left.
He made me promise to return very soon. I promised I would.
I plan on going back Sept. 18 to speak at his funeral. He departed this life Saturday, three days after my visit.
Thanks to every reader of Homefolks U.S.A. for allowing me to share this story with you. I really needed to talk.
Till next time,