The Funeral Home was about a block off the main highway through Sebring (US 27, I think). George's service was the only one in the building at this time. I was surprised that my hands were shaking as I used my cell phone to call V and tell her I was turning the phone off. When I signed the register, my hands were still shaking. Inside the room were many chairs set up auditorium style. At the front (left) of the room was a podium set up for the pastor, in the center were flowers, roses, a box (which I assume was George's ashes since it had his name and his dates on it), a folded American flag, and at the right front was an easel with a board with photos of George on it. The top left photo was of my Dad (our Dad) and was actually the one I had scanned from Dad's P&WA badge.
People: Ronnie, Clif, Peg, Kip, Sandy, Glenn, Pastor George, Ronnie's daughters Karen, Gwen, and Clara (not sure of the name - was from NJ and with her own daughter), Frank Sargent and two of his sons and one of his daughters-in-law, Ronnie's brother from NJ and some of his family, some other people I did not meet. Ronnie's brother works for Public Service at one of the Cogen plants along the NJ turnpike and he talked with me about the GE products they have.
Pastor George from Sunridge Baptist came up and introduced himself to me - he and I had emailed 2-3 times prior to my leaving home on Friday. His sermon and message included two songs on CD from Selah - Amazing Grace and Great Is Thy Faithfulness. He had two prayers, and talked about music and fishing and golf as some of George's loves in life. He also read from Psalm 23 and I Cor 15 and talked about resurrection and the need to trust Jesus Christ.
I spoke with Ronnie when I first came into the room and she remembered me. She also remembered the cups we had given to her and George when we visited in August 1995; I had forgotten these. They were gifts we had purchased at Disney World in Char's last days as an intern there. It was nice to be remembered.
I spent a lot of time talking with Glenn whom I had not seen since he was 4 or 5 years old. He may be moving from Michigan to Atlanta next year. He has worked on GE turbines and had recently completed some work for BMW in Spartanburg.
I recognized Sandy almost immediately from her pictures; I think the last time I saw and spoke with her she must have been under 5. Peggy and I talked and hugged many times, and I was by Clif's side every chance I could get. I was very glad I made the trip - I think my presence there was helpful to some, and it was very good for me.
I hope Glenn or Ronnie can fill in the details of the people who were there.
This is a work in progress - I will publish it in its rough state and edit it as I have time. But I wanted to get much of the information down before I forgot. My camera was broken, but I did have a borrowed camera - could only get three pictures of two subjects. Two were of a board of photos that Ronnie had prepared, and the last was a candid shot of Glenn and Sandy standing outside.