Tuesday, February 14, 2023
I first met Al when he became my roommate at Freed Hardeman University in 1973. Al was a friendly guy and fit right in with our friends in Paul Gray Hall. We had a close knit group and it was rare to see us without at least one of the others.
Al was a people person who never met a stranger and just loved people. We engaged in the typical college hijinks and maybe some not so typical. Al was very loyal to his friends and he had many during our college days. I dropped out after my sophomore year and didn't see Al as much after that. Over the years we drifted apart, separated by distanced and our different paths. We reconnected at the funeral visitation for our common dear friend, Kerry Couch, in 2021. As it is with many college friends, it was an as if we'd never been apart. We rehashed some fond memories from college days with Al and Joy. Another of our FHU friends, Doug Couch, put together a reunion lunch in Murfreesboro a couple of months later that some of us were able to attend. Al, Doug, Ron Harper and I were there at Demos. We all shared a good time together. As we were leaving, Al and I met in the parking lot and spent a bit of time doing some more catching up. It was our plan to make that a regular event but there was only one more that I recall, at least that I was able to attend, in Franklin, Tn. but Al had a conflict and was unable to make it. Doug tried to put together one more get together but it never came about, or at least I missed it.
On January 17th this year I got a text from Doug saying that Al was seriously ill with liver cancer and that He, Ron, and Jim Craft were planning to go to Dunlap to see him and I planned to join them. I got another text from Doug on Jan. 28 saying Al was in hospice care and the plan was to go see him on Feb. 4th. I was unable to go on the 4th, so my wife Gail and I decided to go on Feb. 3rd.
This was my last time to see Al, and brings me to my fondest memory of him. While we shared many good times, and a few sad ones, many of the details of those are long forgotten, this one will be with me for the rest of my life. We really didn't know what to expect when we arrived since Al was under hospice care. What we found was the same happy good friend from 50 years before when we first met. He was upbeat and seemed to be feeling well, considering the stage of his illness. There was no sadness, just true happiness to see each other again. The man who had spent his life working with and molding children and young people and being a leader in his church was the same guy from college. We spent about two hours talking with Al and Joy and had a great time. When we got ready to leave, Al asked if we couldn't stay for dinner. Regrettably, we could not, but it was the same Al, always wanting to extend a visit with his friends. He had no fear of death, for he knew his final destination...heaven, with God and friends and family who had gone before. As I leaned over him in his recliner to tell him goodbye, I told him I prayed for him every day. His response was, "Well,I sure need them!" Not a sad response, just an honest one. And then he proceeded to thank me for all the things I had done for him, in college and for giving him a summer job at Lowes, where I was a warehouse manager, after he was married and still in school. Humble, thankful, and a good friend to the end. That last visit has changed my life, and I will never forget that day, or the man of God, my friend, Al Simmons.
God bless Joy, his children Aaron and Leah, and all the other family and friends who will miss him and look forward to seeing him again, in heaven.