Saturday 29- I did my stretches.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 58 and 81 degrees, winds NW 7 to 14, humidity around 12 percent, clear all day long.
According to the National Weather Service: “Sunday: Sunny, with a high near 89. North northwest wind between 5 and 10 mph. Sunday Night: Clear, with a low around 62. East southeast wind at 10 mph becoming west northwest.”
Brain and Naomi came by with their two daughters to chat for a spell.
Jimmy called saying that he and his Family arrived at Stoney’s, so I beat feet over there to say howdy. Jimmy, Clarice, and Angela were out back at their rental property cleaning up after the last renter who left the house in quite a mess. I started to help when Pat Smith called to say that Lee Pearcey got lost on his way to Stoney’s Memorial and needs someone to drive to Twentynine Palms and show him the way to Stoney’s. So I drove there in the Gross Polluter and guided him the rest of the way.
We all got to the Community Center around 3:30pm for Stoney’s Memorial and folks started drifting in. We didn’t start until Pat Smith and his family arrived at 4:30 because they got detained on the way by the beauty of the Joshua Tree National Forest. Everyone was eager to start eating but I told them they’d have to wait until Jimmy (Stoney’s son) and I said a little something in remembrance of Stoney and his life. Jimmy read from a letter that his sister Judy wrote because she couldn’t be here for the memorial. He emotionally added to it with his own thoughts and thanked everyone for coming. It was my turn to talk and I got up and told some of Stoney’s stories he told me of his life beginning in his childhood working on kid’s bikes for five cents, his Army career in the Philippians in charge of the motor pool, owning his own auto repair shop near Hollywood, him and Jimmy working together on a water hauling business, moving out to the desert, Stoney’s involvement in our community, and to when Roger Smith, Sherry Rotruck, and I found him peacefully sitting on his favorite chair with his beloved westerns playing on the television and finding he had passed on. There were over forty friends and family who showed up to pay their respects and partake in the celebration of Stoney’s life. Lots of fine foods were on the table and everyone got their fill. I thank everyone for coming and the fantastic food they had brought!
Afterwards the family and I headed over to the Stoney’s to yak and tell stories. I didn’t leave until way after 9pm. It was a fine day, closure to a chapter in my life since I finally got to say what I was unable to say at Stoney’s funeral because of a very talkative preacher.
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.