Ansel Adams said “Our lives at times seem a study in contrast… love & hate, birth & death, right & wrong… everything seen in absolutes of black & white. Too often we are not aware that it is the shades of grey that add depth & meaning to the starkness of those extremes.”
April 14, 1918 Josie Dee Reynolds (McClain) was born. She went to heaven September 18, 2012. Today she would have been 96 years old.
April 14, 1918 – September 18, 2012
I miss her everyday. Everyday. Every. Single. Day. Mostly miss her when I am happy, and doing well. Now, that seems to be all the time. I called her all the time, all. the. time. I am happy, at peace and loving my life and I want her to know. My only sad moments are because I cannot share these times with her. She — as would my Father — be so happy that I’m happy.
They taught me integrity, compassion and kindness. I didn’t always follow their path, but I have tried. That I cannot tell them this one more time makes me sad. They loved me in a way that showed me how God loves me, something I will always cherish.
And I would like to tell her Norman Holland died. She liked him, thought he was fun and funny. She was right. His memorial service is this afternoon at Christ Church in Nashville, Tennessee. It will be streamed live at christchurchnashville.org. Tune in if you can, there is no more wonderful funeral than a music artist’s. Norman was the music artist’s producer.
Second to Mark Lowry, Norman Holland was one of the funniest people i knew. He could also make me madder than anyone. LuLu Roman introduced us, and it was LuLu that felt something was wrong and had someone check on Norman that day.
Norman is all over my house, the gifts he gave me that I can see. We loved to shop, we loved sales. Norman introduced me to Mark, to Bill Gaither and so many others in the music industry. He was a force, but he never acted that way. He just worked tirelessly to make a difference. He did that, in spades.
Norman called me out of the blue about four months ago, “I just want to hear your voice,” he said. So we talked and talked — reminisced — and laughed about all the fun we’ve had.
I’m going to remember him from the last phone call – and know he’s at peace.