Norm Bennett--our first bishop of the Silver Lakes Ward when we moved into our home in 1998--dad to our dear friends--Debbie Woodrow and Karla Robinett and of course, grandpa to their children who we also love--passed away at the end of January and his funeral was last Monday.
Norm and his wife, Carol, started a plumbing business which actually did all of the plumbing in our house. In later years, he bought this golf cart and used it to drive around his work site and around the neighborhood. It was parked outside of the funeral which made me smile as we went in.
Norm (and his wife, Carol--it is hard to talk about one without the other) was just a good, decent hardworking man who loved everyone. What a blessing it was to have known him and to share a bit of our lives with them both. And we are blessed to still have Debbie and Karla and their families who also filled with that same love and goodness.
More and more, we are becoming the "old" people in our ward and neighborhood. We had a teacher training meeting today and the Sunday School president introduced me as a new teacher--but then said, Well, she isn't really new. I looked around and realized that I was not only the oldest person in the room but had also lived in the area longer than anyone else that was there. (It was just the Sunday School teachers of our ward.) A few nights ago, Gary and I reviewed the people older than us in our ward. We were glad to discover that there were probably 5-7 couples/singles older than us but we might be in the top 10 of the oldest. It is just a weird thought, because I don't feel old--well, my body sometimes feels old, but not my mind. As I was drifting off to sleep, I thought, "The YW or YM might invite me to their service project dinner/activity for the "old people." I was not sure how I would feel about that. {I don't know if they actually do things like that any more. It was just something that has been done in the past. So I might "dodge that".}
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