The world always looks so fresh and pristine after a dousing rain. Rhonda and I traveled in a chilly, monsoon-like cloud yesterday from Middle Tennessee to North Georgia to visit my wonderful Uncle Atlas and Aunt Mary. This precious pair are both in their early nineties and have lived rich and fulfilling lives. The sands of time have sprinkled them with much love and rewarded it with a wealth of friends. Like my parents, they were only granted one child; one daughter, Bunnie, who, unlike myself, was not able to produce offspring for them. But she has been a great boon in the way of care and comfort as time allotted them more days than many.
When we arrived we had already partaken of the noon meal, and were unsure as to the picture which would await as the front portal to their modest home swung open. There to greet us was my cousin, Mike, his wife, Sandy, and son-in-law, Jim, and his daughter, as well as a friend, Sharon, from The Netherlands. It was great to see them, but not realizing that we had eaten, they had withheld, and the table was heavily laden with tasty dishes. Well…we would eat dessert, we told Bunnie.
What a pleasing visit we had! I had taken my uncle a belated birthday card, and my aunt a Mother’s Day card. After all, they are the nearest to parents which I yet have in this world. I also gave my uncle a copy of my poetry book, Reflections on Life, and read him a poem about my dear, late mother.
He once again carried on about how terrific Beyond the Thistle Patch, my childhood memoirs, was. My cousin said that if it was up to him everybody would own it. Well, it’s not his call, but I’m always grateful for their love!
Remember, if you have elderly family members, they won’t always be with you. Love them while you can.