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My great aunt Lucille passed away last week. She was the last sibling left of my grandmother that died a few years ago. When Lucille passed, it made me realize that the last piece of my Grammy is gone...she was like a living piece of her that I could talk to and see images of my Grammy, the greatest woman to ever live. It also made me realize that the age of the grandparent that I know is gone. The grandchildren these days are not sitting on their grandparents porch, snapping beans that they just picked out of the garden. They are not running through the corn fields, laughing and creating games. Unfortunately, most kids are parked in front of the television playing video games.
As I was driving the Kentucky countryside to the burial, I noticed something odd. All of the cars passing by pulled to the side of the road as the funeral procession passed. Those that were at their homes took their hats off of their heads and placed them over their hearts. It was awe inspiring. I felt a great sense of thankfulness. That is not something that you can find in the city.
My memories of aunt Lucille are cherished. I played in the woods by her home with my older cousins. There was an old refridgerator in the woods that Daisy and I would play house with...we used pine cones and pine needles because they seemed to be the only other thing to play with. Grammy or my mom would yell into the woods and we would run back to eat fried chicken, mashed potatoes and all of the other home cooking that is delicious. She didn't have running water but it didn't seem to odd to me to go to an outhouse. We walked to get water from a stream in the woods. They were so poor. They had nothing. Yet, they never complained. I feel rich with memories and I'm so thankful for that.
I'm not sure the point of this post. I was hoping for something a little more coherent but, oh well. I'll forever be grateful for my memories and the wonderful family that I am bless to know.
As I was driving the Kentucky countryside to the burial, I noticed something odd. All of the cars passing by pulled to the side of the road as the funeral procession passed. Those that were at their homes took their hats off of their heads and placed them over their hearts. It was awe inspiring. I felt a great sense of thankfulness. That is not something that you can find in the city.
My memories of aunt Lucille are cherished. I played in the woods by her home with my older cousins. There was an old refridgerator in the woods that Daisy and I would play house with...we used pine cones and pine needles because they seemed to be the only other thing to play with. Grammy or my mom would yell into the woods and we would run back to eat fried chicken, mashed potatoes and all of the other home cooking that is delicious. She didn't have running water but it didn't seem to odd to me to go to an outhouse. We walked to get water from a stream in the woods. They were so poor. They had nothing. Yet, they never complained. I feel rich with memories and I'm so thankful for that.
I'm not sure the point of this post. I was hoping for something a little more coherent but, oh well. I'll forever be grateful for my memories and the wonderful family that I am bless to know.