Friday, January 27, 2017
When Betty and Harold got married, we practiced the night before in the little church. Unbeknownst to me, as I was to walk off the stage, I did not notice that there were no steps in the middle of the stage area. Down I fell! Betty was quick to say, "Phyllis, I'm the bride for the attention! Not you!" She proceeded to come and check on me.
Before Betty and Harold were married, Betty invited me to Homestead Heights Baptist Church several times for outings to Ridgecrest, volleyball games in the gym, and choir events where she sang. I will always remember these fun times we had, except for the hand in the car door at the volleyball game.
The most recent get together was at K & W in CHapel Hill for dinner. We hadn't seen each other much; we had corresponded mostly on Facebook and phone. Betty was having problems with her breathing, as Harold was too. She was a trouper. She took that rolling oxygen with her and her walking wheelchair as if it was no problem. Several of the people at this restaurant spoke to her and Harold on a personal basis; what a tribute they had for this couple - my friends!
I shall truly miss hearing the phone ring on my birthday, but I must remember that Betty is no longer in pain, no longer struggling for air; she's with Jesus. She has been healed!
