Ira Pirtle died this week at the age of 93.
His funeral this morning was what a funeral should be. He lived a long, productive and happy life. His children and friends and grandchildren(and even his son-in-law) rose up to call him blessed.
People shared stories that made me laugh, that made me cry, that made me remember.
Ira was a joy to know, from his impish twinkling eyes, to his ready word of encouragement, to his insatiable appetite for pie. He lived a full life, loved well, and will be fondly remembered.
He lived his life so close to God that his departure from this life was no great struggle, rather an easy hop across the headwaters of the Jordan into the land of promise.
Well over 200 of us gathered to remember Ira and I know of many, many more who wish they could have been there.
Bon voyage, Ira. And thanks for all the ways you've laid foundations for those of us who come behind.
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