Daddy loved his job and his country. Raised as a depression era kid, son of a tenant farmer, he survived growing up with three sisters out toward Roellen. When he fell out of the barn loft and broke his arms, the sisters had to wipe his butt. True story! He was somewhere in the middle, age wise. My favorite picture of his family is all of them gathered as young people. Sister died first from colon cancer and was followed by Ginner and then Daddy. Katherine Rose is the only surviving child of that brood. And she is 90. We talk occasionally. I will spare y'all the details of all the other deaths in the family. They were numerous, just like with all families.
There are not many of us Staffords left. Me, Bubba, Tommy, Susan and Pepper. Plus LP and Reaves and Adam and Peyton. Mama and Daddy were gifted with three grandchildren but never got to see Elizabeth Reaves. They had been gone for several years when she was born. Dat baby seriously loves being here on the farm. I have moved since she was born from "the old house" to the "new old house." We lived in Charlie's house for 34 years before it was remodel time. Then I came back home to the cabin. There is a spot over on the ancient handmade stairs where LP once sat with Bubba waiting for Thanksgiving dinner. Precious stuff.
I assume I will die while I am living here because where am I gonna go? I cannot see to drive so my daughter takes me to where I need to go. I still have to work because um...well you know. My side job since retirement has been reporter/sitter/errand runner/you name it. During the 80s I became very interested in palliative end of life care. It's all about comfort and reviewing the life that is about to be gone. My clients and I have talked a lot over the years about their memories. During my three years of Joy I learned all about her life from East TN over here to West TN where she was a social worker at the local hospital. That is actually how we met. I was an employee there and both of my parents were volunteers. Gaga helped to establish the gift shop that is no longer in operation.
Sometimes I worry about what we are leaving for future generations. But then, I know that God is in control and it will all be okay if I do the next right thing. That is faith in action ^j^