When as a child I laughed and wept, time crept.
When as a youth I dreamed and talked, time walked.
When I became a full-grown man, time ran.
And later as I older grew, time flew.
Soon I shall find while traveling on, time gone.
“wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed.” Time is running short. A few years ago I used to work with a local funeral home officiating at funerals, and at the same time I worked for them, occasionally helping behind the scenes. Half a dozen times I was needed to drive the hearse. Only one time did I know the person that had died. I consider it one of the great honors of my life to transport the body in the casket from Bellingham, where all the preparation work is done, to the Lynden funeral home. From there the funeral director took over. I was honored for that task to drive Bill’s father, Dewey Kamphouse. Seems like yesterday… it was 2008.