There are so many times I pass the old house and look to see both mom and dad sitting there. I look out over dads garden and vision dad plowing in the hot sun, sweat running down his face, clothes wet . I sit and think of the good laughs we had during those years. I think about the time dad walked five miles to work so I could have the car to go on a date . Dad sacrificed so both me and Donnie could have a life much easier than he did during his life.
Mom was an angel all her life. There was nothing more important to her than her grand children. She would take up time with each one. In her eyes they could do no wrong. She taught them little things like how to make biscuits. how to knit and so many other things to numerious to tell . Neighbors would ask her to sew a dress for their girls, She did , and got so much pleasure out of seeing them smile.
I look at the old house and I think of the things I used to do play under that old Oak tree. There was a lot of hours spent in that yard. I never thought that one day it would end. But as I look at the headstone on their graves Its chiseled in stone, "Love lives on" That is so true. But it should also say "Their soul is Gods, Their Memory mine." |
