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It’s been a bit of a sad month.
A Cousin, an Uncle, a Co-worker, and now a Dear, dear friend have all passed this month. Two funerals down, and 2 more to go.
When I got the news that a dear friend had passed on Thanksgiving. I had a really hard time with it. Carruth Gerault was a Big, Big, personality. I’d known him since 1991. He was with my husband when we met at a Christmas party. He helped me meet realtors when I was a fledgling loan officer. He helped me get involved in the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. His daughters babysat my boys. He was always my friends always good to my boys, and when my husband proposed to me…….he took my husband aside and told him that he was happy for him, and that if he screwed things up with me he’d kick his butt.
Carruth had remarried 10 years ago. He was a confirmed bachelor for 15 years after his divorce. He was so cute. When he was telling us about meeting his beloved Claudia, he had showed up for a construction job he was consulting. He said ” She opened the door, and I couldn’t speak. All I could think was ‘ I am going to marry this woman.'”
I’m going to sincerely miss “the mouth of the south”. He was a really tall, skinny Texan, with a big hat. His parents were personal friends of Billy Graham. He loved God, and Scotch, and dancing, and the rodeo, his family, and people. Carruth loved people, and people loved Carruth.
God Bless you Carruth, God speed you home.