When Amy asked Keith to video and photograph her Grand-Father In Law, Tracy’s Memorial I was excited. I quickly realized that Keith would not be able to take another unscheduled day off right now. He is a hard worker and very necessary at his job. In a eureka moment I offered to take the pics myself, then have Keith edit the pictures and video. What could be so hard about taking pictures, just aim and click :-) (Side note, none of these antics would have happened if Keith was there)
I called Amy to let her know I was running behind and she had lost her voice. Poor friend, she could barely muster a whisper. I got to her house and we flew over to the church. It was a lovely country church with a friendly young Pastor. Tracy’s daughter Lynn did an amazing job remembering her Dad. She made boards up with pictures of him. He was a Navy Seal in the 40’s and was a Trooper after that. There were articles from when he captured a man who killed another trooper. A guest book from a Welcome Home Party from 1946 was reviewed by friends looking to find their name. A few did.
I met a woman online who needed a computer repaired. I offered for Keith to fix it. We decided to meet at the church because she lives 30 min north of me. She came up to me and introduced herself but I was brain-dead as to who she was. She finally said the computer so I showed her my car and told her to put it in the back and I would “lock it later”. She did, brave soul.
As I was videoing Sophia started pulling my hair, getting loud and shut off the camcorder. My friend Amy came to my rescue and took Sophie out but she was missing the lovely service. There were many heartfelt memories shared and beautiful songs sung. I tried to whisper to Mr. Smith, who is a former Marine, to take the camera. When he heard me he hesitated saying “I don’t know how to use it”. “Take it and point it” I harshly whispered. Thankfully there was a woman with her Nikon d-40 from the Saratoga Library (thanks Victoria!) Then I took all Amy’s children to the nursery. I changed her daughter’s poopy diaper and put it in my car. Did I mention you could fry an egg on the sidewalk?
Fast forward to the Saratoga Cemetery, my van battery died and I had to quickly buckle Sophie and I into someone’s car. I asked her her name later. (thank you again Victoria!) After Mr. Smith and a friend jumper my van I realized I still had a poopy diaper baking in the backseat.
The bottom line, you knew I was getting there, is that I wish I knew Tracy. He touched many lives with his music, stories and can-do attitude.
*photo credit to Nanette at the Convention