Alf was a long time friend of the family and nursery handyman. It is with a heavy heart we say goodbye to him on March 31, 2008.

Alf was fighter. He was a long-time friend of the family and friend of all the staff at the nursery. He had the most unbeatable spirit you can imagine and always had the best of spirits - more than you could ask for. His whole life, you'd always find Alf with a joke, dirty or clean waiting to be told along with a hearty laugh. His spirit was unstoppable, even during a two year battle with cancer.

Even during adversities, he was still a fighter. He lost his wife, Gwen, in 2006 after many happy years of marriage, but yet he was able to be positive, thankful she did not suffer. He kept his spirit up even during this hard time all the while battling his own cancer, in and out of the hospital. And his spirit beat it for a while. After being told he was expected to live only a few months in 2006, he fought back and came through with all the personality and life that embodied good old Alfie.

Alf's life was filled with good people and good times and he will be dearly missed by everybody at the nursery and all who knew him.  We will miss you, Alf.

Keep Your Fork

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So, as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.

"What's that?" came the Pastor's reply.

"This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with the fork?" Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your fork the best is yet to come."

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.