A tribute to Page Fletchall
Recently, I went to the funeral of a man I knew growing up, Page Fletchall. It seems I go to a lot of funerals as I grow older -- funerals of men my father's age, men Tom Brokaw called "our greatest generation."
Page Fletchall was one such man. As I sat there in the funeral home, my eyes teared as I began to think about how Page impacted my life. As a boy growing up, I loved baseball. I loved it more than anything else. Baseball was the only thing that I was ever good at. In the Junior League, Page was my coach. I always admired and respected him. I completely trusted him. He had a good knowledge of the game and was a great coach.
Looking back, those were the greatest days of my life, outside of my marriage to Delores Lynn.
I realize that the reason Page was such a good coach and man was because of his faith in Christ. The goodness of Christ just came through. I am glad I was able to tell him how much I appreciated all he had done for me before he passed on.
Virginia, Ed, and Judy, I know that you will miss Page as will I. He helped a young man play the game he loved. Words aren't enough to express my thanks.