It was only nine months and twenty-two days ago that I conducted the funeral service of dear, dear friend, Herb Grebe. Herb was a top salesman for Hormel for thirty years. He was the SPAM man before the word was connected to computers. Herb was the Mayor of Taft for many years. He was good at it. He was a deacon in First Baptist Church, Taft. A special guy.
Today it falls my duty to speak the last words at the service for his wonderful wife, and friend of our family for many years, Nancy Grebe. This will be at the church where they gave a large portion of their lives, First Baptist Church in Taft.
Ann and I were in their home often. They were gracious hosts and special friends. I participated in the marriage of their two sons. I had the funeral service for Nancy's mother. Our friendship spans many years and events.
You cannot imagine, unless you have been there, how inadequate one feels at a time like this. How can we possibly present a life well-lived, adequately, to those who come for a funeral service. The truth is that it simply cannot be done. We will reach out in time and recall some things, and then share some Scripture and know that we have done our best at another impossible task. It is especially hard when one is close in friendship, as Nancy was to Ann and me.
So, that is our duty and privilege for this day.
