I have this great customer, his name is Fred. Fred is black and honestly he is the best guy. He always sends his wife, mom, and sister flowers for every occasion. Spends quality time picking exactly what to send - even each balloon.
Last week his father passed away. When Fred and his sister Wanda came in to order the flowers, They were talking about the wonderful celebration the funeral will be. How at peace and happy their Dad was to be "going home"
Fred came in Tuesday to pay the flower bill. He spent a good 30 minutes talking about the service. I couldn't stop smiling he was so happy and it truly was a celebration. His brother videod it and posted it on utube. His Sister Wanda is going to stop in and show me pictures of how great her Dad looked and how wonderful the flowers were on the casket.
I just want to be like them.
My Dad has had parkinsons for twentyfive years. He'll be 70 on the 7th and I don't think he's gonna make it. He's in the Hospital now with pnemonia and I just can't seem to stop crying. I HATE TO CRY! I've wished my Dad dead because I know he doesn't want to live like this and yet now that the time has come, i've turned into a total wousy. My faith in God is strong so why can't I be like Fred? I know when he passes he will be fishing again with with his brothers. So why can't I be like Fred? I so want to be strong for my mom and my family but someone with tears constantly running down her face is not a good support system. God I HATE TO CRY! How does Fred do it?
Last week his father passed away. When Fred and his sister Wanda came in to order the flowers, They were talking about the wonderful celebration the funeral will be. How at peace and happy their Dad was to be "going home"
Fred came in Tuesday to pay the flower bill. He spent a good 30 minutes talking about the service. I couldn't stop smiling he was so happy and it truly was a celebration. His brother videod it and posted it on utube. His Sister Wanda is going to stop in and show me pictures of how great her Dad looked and how wonderful the flowers were on the casket.
I just want to be like them.
My Dad has had parkinsons for twentyfive years. He'll be 70 on the 7th and I don't think he's gonna make it. He's in the Hospital now with pnemonia and I just can't seem to stop crying. I HATE TO CRY! I've wished my Dad dead because I know he doesn't want to live like this and yet now that the time has come, i've turned into a total wousy. My faith in God is strong so why can't I be like Fred? I know when he passes he will be fishing again with with his brothers. So why can't I be like Fred? I so want to be strong for my mom and my family but someone with tears constantly running down her face is not a good support system. God I HATE TO CRY! How does Fred do it?