Tuesday, April 18, 2017
"No, my friend, I am not drunk. It is that I have been to the dentist and I need not go again for six months. It is a beautiful thought." ~ Agatha Christie, from her book,The Patriotic Murders (Hercule Poirot)
However, it is where a marker recognizes their time here on earth. I tried to visit each grave of those who were connected to our family. Granny and Paw Paw Mac alongside their infant daughter Seawillow Beal. Their daughter, our Aunt Jean. Granny Mac's mother, Grandmother Curtis. Granny's sister Aunt Mary and her husband, Uncle Claude. Uncle Red who had been married to our Aunt Helen. My dad Cecil, my brother Jimmy, my brother Donald, my brother-in-law Kenneth, our baby sister, Kayla, our nephew Andy. There were just too many memories to wrap my heart and mind around. I left that place in tears, climbed into my old truck, and as I was leaving I clicked on the satellite radio. I had left it on the Bluegrass channel. As they say, if I'm lyin then I'm dyin, but it was as if the windows of heaven opened because there it was, Roy and Dale, singing, "Happy trails to you until we meet again." I thanked the Lord for having them sing that song for me and continued on my journey. Have a blessed rest of the day. Amen. ....More later.