Pictured from left to right: Rebecca, Warren, Tim, Greg, Peggy, Mike, myself and Evan
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Cracker Barrel in Richmond, KY
I was heading down the Bluegrass Parkway on my way to meet my family for lunch. Our cousin, Peggy (Aunt Myrtle’s oldest daughter) and her husband, Mike, were joining us. As I was driving , I was flipping through radio stations in search of classical music when Alan Jackson’s song, Remember When, began to play. It was the perfect song for this day and this journey.
Peggy is the oldest grandchild on my Mother’s side pf the family. Peggy and Mike celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary last year. I remember their wedding as if it were just a few years ago. The reception was held in Uncle Milton and Aunt Sue’s backyard. Everyone on Mom’s side of the family was there. My most vivid memory of that day happened after the newly weds left for their honeymoon. My cousin, Barbara Ann, and I snuck into the back bedroom and tried on Peggy’s veil. I was 13 and my cousin was 12. We thought we were really something else!
Our grandparents, our parents, all our uncles and aunts and two of our first cousins have all gone before us. Where does the time go? Today, I remembered when and am very thankful for a time we have now.
I count it all joy,