(this is Elsie Mae's little hand, the the latest Great Grand Daughter )
Remember the nights they cried, and you cried because you did not know what to do? But when they finally drifted off to sleep and you held them close, how sweet that breathing was. One funny thing I did was record our Grand Reece’s breathing as I held her at 2AM. I still have that cassette tape somewhere.
Memories pop up from time to time. I dreamed of my brother Jr. last night. It was one of those good dreams, not long enough, but still good. But today I have been thinking, after visiting Ruth, I don’t have that many years left to knock around. There are folks in that nursing home younger than I. My memory went back to when I left home. Couldn’t wait! Joined the USMC, gonna be a man. Within a week I lay in my rack tears came to my eyes and I wished I would wake up in my bed at home, smelling mama’s biscuits, and Parris Island would be a bad dream. I learned when you make a decision at 17, as a ‘man’, you live with your choice. That was called growing up.
Life is good! There are only a few minor things I would change if I could go back.
Thanks for coming by the log.
" U.S. Marines - Certified Counselors to the 72 Virgins Dating Club."