Two years ago this month our parents home burned to the ground. The house was empty and our parents had both passed on previously. It was April, 2008. As adults we stood there in the Oklahoma wind and mourned the loss of our childhood home, a place where we threw shoes at our Daddy as he climbed the stairs covered in a sheet and moaning like a ghost. Where we rocked in our Moma's lap and where discussing calf steering at the table was acceptable. A place that was our home. A place where we gathered as our parents each passed away. A place where we ate BEEF by golly and chocolate syrup on biscuits. It still hurts now and then, we know the memories are our best possessions, our family is no longer there, we've grown up and moved on. My boys mourn their Grandma, they miss the freedom and love she provided them in her home
Two years later the lilacs are blooming, the iris are a couple weeks away from full bloom and the mocking birds have come home!
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...Ecc 3:1
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