When I turn on my computer in the morning the first thing I do is read obituaries, but I read only the obituaries of those who have reached ninety years and up. This morning I was drawn to the obituary of a woman who died at age 93 with 9 siblings who preceded her in death and 4 siblings who survived her. She grew up in a family of fourteen brothers and sisters. In contrast, I had only one sibling, a brother who was six years older than I who is deceased.
So you can understand my excitement when a cousin called by phone to say he was on his way from Virginia to Indiana. He and his wife and their daughter visited me. His name is Wilmer and as we noted in the previous post, who Wilmer is gives meaning to his name. Wilmer and I have a unique kinship that came about because my uncle married one of my first cousins. So Wilmer and I and our siblings are both first and second cousins. Go figure.
When he was 14, Wilmer worked in our garden for my father and me. He once told me he remembers eating lunch at table with a meal prepared by Rhoda with Rachel sitting in her high chair.
Wilmer was fifteen years old when Rhoda, Rachel and I moved to Florida. Eight years later he was subject to the draft as a CO to do alternative service, so he volunteered to teach for two years at Sharon School in Tampa, Florida. Wilmer was an inspiring worship leader in our congregation during the two years in Tampa.