That week she looked at 110 houses, none of which we could afford. At the end of the week I told Carl that we could not make it work financially, and he told me I would need to find somewhere else to work.
I was thinking through that as well as what I could do on our flight back to Dallas. Jenny was very quiet. Half way back she reminded me that it was her 40th birthday. In the midst of the stress and drama, I had forgotten. I made my first cellular phone call from an airplane to get a cake ready for us when we landed. But that did not make a dent.
Several days later, Bill and Shirley joined us for dinner as a surprise for Jenny. That helped get me partially out of the dog house.
That was the people they were. That snippet did not come close to many of the stories I have heard.
His memorial service was yesterday. His three sons spoke. It would be worth your time as a father to hear what they had to say. It will set a high bar for you as a father. I do not know how long this link will be available. I highly recommend that you watch this, click here. The service is a bit down the page...worth looking for it.
Also, Dr. Mark Bailey's message was the best I have ever heard at a memorial service.