I could not help but think, it feels a bit guilty to enjoy Christmas when my Uncle just left us for his new home. Then I ponder on this, and think, when my time comes I dont want any grieving because I have traded this old body for a new one. I hope people gather some place sing, swap stories, eat ham sandwiches (good bone in ham), white castles, drink cokes and dr pepper, and rejoice because they know I am in paradise which means place of peace. I think uncle Roy and Uncle Harvey are in that place of peace and understand we cry because we want them here. I remember thinking when mom crossed over into the promise land, mom why couldnt just wait and us all go together like when were kids and all went to visit grandpa. Yet that is just not the way life works. So I think they would want us to celebrate the birth of Christ as if present with us. Maybe even sadden that we would allow it to break our hearts so. For this I know Uncle Roy and Uncle Harvey, Dad and Mom, Uncle Paul and Aunt Nancy, aunt Alma, aunt Mavis, aunt Dessie, grandpa and grandma Caddy and Puckett along with Chris and so many others are no longer sick, they have put on perfection, no tears will ever dim their eye and they rejoice. They are where they have always longed to be, they have achieved what they spent their life working for. So now it behooves us to prepare for our day of glad Reunion with them. When all the family would gather at our farm or often at Grandpas house, there was never any fussing, or drama, just such joy. When we all gather again, and we will its going to be so much happiness, the neighbors might ask God to quiet us all down. Because we can be a silly bunch, water Mellon fights, water fights, laughing and who knows maybe we will line up in front of the mansion and play red rover as we all have done so often. But just in case some of you felt a little of this like I did. Put out if your mind, because we have always been a family that lived fun and worship of the Lord. They are saying, go kids have fun and when its dark your time to come home will come. I expect Grandma at the piano and all of us gathering around and singing as a family as we worship the Lord. And so we shall.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 05:16:36 +0000