Today we attended the funeral of our dear neighbor Curt. For the last year, he has been bravely fighting cancer. He died peacefully at home Monday evening, surrounded by his wife, daughters, son and grandchildren.
I was reminded today how thankful I am for good neighbors. Curt was one of those "old fashioned" neighbors. He knew everything that was going on our street- he was pretty quiet about what he saw- not a gossip, but he knew. :) He would call the city or the police, if necessary, to keep the neighborhood safe. He was always willing to lend a helping hand. He loved his family very much. He loved Alabama football and Nascar. He loved visiting with Grant and Gabe. He went to the Waffle House every day- for the coffee and the community. In fact, that was one of the things he missed the most these last few months when he was no longer able to drive. There were several waitresses from Waffle House at his funeral. He loved nature and plants. He would take drives and dig up plants from the side of the road and plant them in his yard. Most of them were what other people consider "weeds", but he thought they were pretty. When he was well, he and Joann would regularly walk through the yard inspecting them. Violets were his favorite.
We have so many fond memories. I am so thankful for the friendship we had with him for the last 14 years. We will miss him greatly.