Growing up a military brat, I spent most of my young life overseas in places like Okinawa where I was born, Germany, Crete (Greek island), and even Alaska. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Those experiences are dear to me and gave me a VERY deep love for the United States. I was able to see how others in this world lived. I wouldn’t trade my US citizenship for anything in the world. Some of the sweetest memories I have growing up is when my father would change duty stations (he was a retired Air Force Master Sergeant) and return home to Columbia and Mount Pleasant, Tennessee. We would visit Grandma Love and Granny Hendrix. One of the other relatives I always looked forward to seeing again was “Big Bill” - Bill Love. He passed away just a few days ago, and I will miss him. I always remember his stories and his paintings. The picture above is a small part of the Hendrix clan — starting from the left, my son Daniel, my son Timothy, myself, my mom Carole, my brother Johnnie, my son Ben, my wife Jo Ann, and my son Thomas.

Here is the video they played at this funeral.

Living in the country is great except for those county back roads where there’s only a few inches between the edge of the road and a three foot ditch! Daniel was driving with Mom next to him in the passenger seat when the gas light went off and Daniel looked down for a split second. When he looked up, it was too late. They slid down the ditch for about 200 feet until they stopped. Everyone’s fine, the car’s in the shop, and we’re just waiting to hear what the damage is. Thank goodness for insurance — except that $500 deductible.
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