Saturday, JANUARY 14, 2023 @ 5:35 PM ET
A Sigh of Relief!
I got up this morning getting ready for the funeral. My speech was a tribute to Gwen and the memories we shared.
Like the time when she got her first car, she said, “Giles, let’s go to Chicago!” which I promptly responded, “Okay. Let me throw something in a suitcase!” And off we went.
There was the time she purchased a set of brand-new luggage from this luggage shop located at the foot of Woodward Avenue in downtown Detroit. I just had to have it too, so I went to that shop and got my own set of the exact same luggage. And I was working on getting that first car as well.
When she got her first job at a brokerage firm called Merrill, Lynch, Pierce, Fenner and Smith and they asked her to recommend some of her friends (because they liked her so much) the first person she called was me. I got hired on the spot. I was so thankful.
I’ll never forget that sense of humor she possessed. When things got bad for her, she really kicked up the humor a notch. For example, she always had a tale to tell about her father whom she addressed as L.D. Johnson. He was very strict and didn’t allow her to have any boyfriends or receive phone calls after 10:00 pm. On her 16th birthday, he sat outside in the driveway with a shotgun in his hand. The man was crazy, but she managed to find a way to get through all of it. One way was humor. We loved hearing the stories and couldn’t wait to hear what she was going to tell us next.
During funeral mass, I read a verse from Roman’s. Victor had the Repast at his home. My son Clyde and I went over there and ate a meal prepared by a chef of the family. Everything was so delicious. We took pictures with Victor and Angela and then we left. The day is just about over and I’m tired.
As you can see, I’m blogging late. Well, I’m done. I’ll get to the emails tomorrow. They are really piling up.
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