Rodney and I were next door neighbors, we grew up together and his Mom Erma had her hands full keeping us out of trouble. I was always at his house, and of course, I never instigated the mischief.
Erma treated me almost as a second son. She had the ability to let boys be boys, but she knew how to put her foot down when necessary.
She came for a visit a few weeks ago, and I was amazed, at her sense of humor, I am happy we had the opportunity for such a pleasant final visit.
Our prayers are with the family that they as we remember all the good times, and know that Irma is now with James and loved ones already with the Lord.