Saturday, August 30, 2014

One Sleep and 5 Hours

Tomorrow morning I will fill up my tank and head South. Just about as far south in Alabama that you can get without slipping into Florida. It is is a little town...just a map dot...where I will gather with family to honor the life of my Aunt Margaret. The Angels carried her on their wings, shouting praises, at 7 pm last night to suffer more.

My Aunt Laura asked me a few minutes ago if I was sure I was up to the trip. A trip that takes me back among my Mother's people. To the place I was born, as did my parents. Where we ran amok with our cousins on hot Alabama days and talked like robots through window fans at night.

I told her that I may not be ready but that I will always stand in the gap that my Mother left.

Peace.

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