Now that I am 50 years old, winter will soon arrive...I look over my should every now and then to see if my past mistakes are catching up with me...I am looking to see if I can still see beautiful memories, or will they be disappearing into the landscape...will those people I held near and dear to my heart, and still do, be there when I return?...Will those people and memories turn to ashes like so many broken dreams...recently, I visited my Uncle Ben in Fredericksburg...the last time I was in his house (1991) Aunt Pat was still alive, my cousin Priscilla just had her fourth child and was on marriage number two, and I had marriage plans that went awry...I was at the lowest point in my life...When Teresa and I walked through the door of his house and 1213 Seacobeck Street, the bad memories I was expecting to jump out at me from around the corner did not appear...instead I let new, loving thoughtful moments replace the old, tarnished, sad ones...and I realized how much I love Uncle Ben.
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 19:26:56 +0000
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