Another

funeral.
Today I go to Chad Anderson's. He was our friend for a long time, too. Since we came to Boise. We loved him.

He and Wayne were part of a quartet for a few years. They would come to our house to practice, and that's how I got to know Chad. He loved to sing. He also loved to follow BYU sports. For years he'd come over to bring a copy of a little weekly sports newsletter, Cougar Tales, to Wayne.

Chad had an affliction whose name I don't remember, but it grew ever more debilitating for him. He could not stand. It ended his singing. Once I convinced him that he could sing in the choir. We'd put a stool up there for him so that when the choir stood to sing, he could sit on the stool and would be almost as tall as everyone else. He did that once that I remember.

Chad would ride his bike over here with the Cougar Tales, lean the bike against the house, and then he would lean against the house for support while we chatted and he gave me the newsletter. After a few years he couldn't ride the bike anymore, so he came in an electric cart, like a golf cart. The problem was not balance; it was in his legs. Eventually, he had to be in a wheel chair and could not go anywhere on his own.

After Betty Lou died, he was lost for a while. Then he began to fail and had to give up his home. He spent some time at Wynwood in assisted living, then moved up to Lewiston to live with his daughter. We missed him then. He died there last Friday. We'll really miss him now.