After a beautifully full mother's day, we got the terrible phone call that Bill's dad had died last night. Within minutes he was gone. 1926-2010, 83 years. The dash very simply represents a man's lifetime and his faith represents eternity.
I think it is so wonderful that we had the gift of a perfect cool spring Mother's Day. In the McMichael style it started with Sunday school, church, and then a big Sunday supper. Everyone was there... cooking in the kitchen, babies giggling, dogs barking, and a ball game on the TV. Brooke practiced the Alabama fight song on her piccolo as we looked forward to football season and we watched video of the surprise birthday party Connie gave Brian. Just the kind of day G-Daddy loved. Billy McMichael was a big man, full of passion and of faith. He was known and loved by many from the WhistleStop Cafe and from years on the railroad. People would often come into the cafe looking for his homemade coconut cake and banana split pie.
In a sweet breath... Jesus took him home.
"There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven ~a time to be born and a time to go home" Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
Forgive this public outlet... but for those who would want to know the Funeral arrangements are at Jefferson Memorial in Trussville on Hwy 11. Visitation and fellowship is May 12th from 5-7, Funeral May 13th at 2PM with a graveside service following.
Y'all keep this precious family in your prayers.
Sandi & Bill