James Kirk Wilde, 84, of Parkesburg, passed away on Wednesday, Nov. 27.
The Wildes buried the Hope-Copelands. The Wildes were five generations of men who owned a family funeral home. The Hope-Copelands were ten generations of my family. In all my life, when you got dead, you got buried by the Wildes.
The last family funeral I went to was my Uncle Dick. He had been a farmer, a church deacon, a school teacher, a justice of the peace and several other things. A good man, kind and with a big heart and a big sense of fun. At the end of the funeral everybody had a chance to say a piece. And at the very end, politely waiting for everyone else to finish, a young man stood up in the church balcony. He was the youngest generation of the Wildes, another Jim by name.
Jim spoke of Uncle Dick’s way of always carrying candy in his pocket and slipping it into the hands of the worthy or worried as he passed them by. Jim said that at his wedding, as he and his bride recessed down the aisle past Dick, Dick reached out and slipped a roll of lifesavers into Jim’s pocket—“Good luck, have a good life.”
And so, said Jim, as he’d laid out Dick Copeland the previous night, before he closed the casket he slipped a roll of lifesavers into Dick’s pocket.
Goodbye, and good luck.