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Familiar garbage crews will be missed

Published 12:01am Wednesday, December 5, 2012

This morning, as I was putting clothes in my dryer, I heard the garbage truck coming. But I’m sorry to say it wasn’t the sweet, familiar faces I was used to.

Tuesdays and Fridays were my little boys’ happiest days. Those are garbage days. The lady that drove the truck was so special, kind of like God sent her to us.

My oldest daughter was in a terrible car accident two years ago on Dec. 20, 2010, and it has been a battle since then, but one comfort was that when I would be gone to doctor’s appointments or hospital stays, I always knew my garbage would be picked up.

My mother was elderly and was there to keep my small children, but couldn’t always get my cans down to the street.

I never worried, because the garbage crew would help her.

Little things like that and big things like praying for each other are things we will miss!

My little boy would always take three bottles of water to the street and blow that truck’s horn — highlights of a child are priceless. We miss how one man taught him to yelp and jump around, just to be happy.

It’s so sad right here at Christmas that things have to change. Trying to explain that they won’t be coming by is difficult for a 4-year-old to understand.

I would just like to tell Waste Management, great job!

We will miss all of you very much. Thanks to all of you for everything and for all of your hard work. We will continue to pray for all of you.

God has bigger and better things for you, and when one door closes, another one opens.

He knows best. God bless all of you, and Merry Christmas!

 

Rhonda Bunch

Natchez resident