Yesterday, Linda, my wife, prepared the bouquets for me to decorate some of my loved ones graves today (Saturday). I like to do it before Memorial Day to beat the crowd. The ones I decorated today are at 2 different cemeteries from the one we will attend on Monday. They are all within 10 miles of each other.
I pulled up first to row 8 of the Collinsville cemetery, about smack dab in the middle of the row. There my sweet Dad’s body lies, or at least the remains of his earthly physical body. Dad was born in the middle of a cotton field outside McGregor, Tx. He loved yellow roses so that is what we still give him. I know I’m not really giving them to him, but to the rememberance of him. My Dad is in Heaven and I shall see him again one day. Dad suffered from the effects of throat cancer for 23 years before he died. Lung cancer is what finally killed him. He never stopped really living until the end. I still think of him often. Actually, not many days pass by that I don’t think of him, or something about him. He had such a great influence in my life, one way or another, and I loved him, and still do. I miss you Dad!
On the grave next to my Dad’s I placed a bouquet on my grandmother’s. All grandchildren called her Mammaw. I have so many fond memories of her. Being the first grandchild she always spoiled me to pieces. She is probably from whom my dad, and myself, received this trait of spoiling people. I have mentioned about her in a post or two before. She is the one that taught me how to drive at a very young age (9), among many other things. She was born at the Mound, Tx. One of 11 or 12 children to a dirt farmer where she had a very tough start in life. She was of tough stock and did well as time marched on, Mammaw outlived 2 of her 3 boys at age 97. She had placed her trust in Jesus Christ many years ago and was a real Sweetheart, and I loved, and still love her. One day I will see her again in Heaven. I miss you Mammaw!
I then drove a few miles over to the Green Acres Cemetery. Right at the very front of the cemetery lie the remains of my grandpa Homer, my Dad’s father. His bouquet is not near as pretty ( the earth toned ones ) to me as the others, but very manly. The colors fit him and that’s why they were chosen. Grandpa was also a Texan, born in Purmela. I remember taking him down there not long before he died. He showed us the old home place where he had lived over 80 years before. He was the oldest of several children. He was raised by an aunt and uncle along with all of his brothers and sisters. I think there were 11 of them. He had a rough start to life like so many in those days but he made the best of it. He was a restaurant owner and cattleman himself. He was a hard worker and didn’t quit until he was forced to by old age. Many years before he gave testimony of The Lord saving him. I loved grandpa, and still do. One day I will see you again in Heaven. I miss you Grandpa!
On Monday, we will decorate the graves of my wife’s family and attend the VFW ceremony for our fallen soldiers and military, both past and present. Memorial Day to me is a special event of memories. As I write this, to be honest, I have some tears in my eyes with thoughts of by-gone days. These aren’t tears of sadness, but of good thoughts. I can see their faces as I am writing of them. Special people, whose lives by the providence of God were woven into my life. A part of their lives is some of who I am. Of course there are others which I have very special memories not mentioned, but loved just as much.
I feel so blessed by these memories today, and there are many more yet to be made with people whose lives we are intertwined today. May The Lord give you great memories of the past, and for building wonderful ones in the future. Won’t Heaven be a wonderful, great, fantastic reunion? BLESSED MEMORIAL DAY TO YOU ALL !!!
I will not be posting on birds Monday, but will post it Tuesday instead.
Until next time, Lord willing,