On my way to the doctor's office I passed elderly folks on two different streets, bundled against the cold and hoofing it. Did I offer them a ride? No. But I felt guilty about it. I smiled at the woman as I passed and a block up the street I saw her turn around and stare at me going on up the road. The least of these, and I passed them by.
It was two years ago today that my mother passed away quietly in the night with my brother by her side. I vividly remember gently removing the necklace that held hers and daddy's wedding bands and my cousin Mo placing it around my neck. I wore it forever. It had snowed and the day of her service was a muddy mess at the gravesite. I remember facing the men who honored our family by being pall bearers as they shivered in their overcoats and fought back tears with somber looks of respect on their faces. Ms Janice was a legend, just like Mr. Billy who preceded her in death by five months. They are together now in heaven smiling at that great grandbaby named Reaves, a family tradition. And I remember feeling like an orphan.
Today's adorable picture was of Reaves and Baylee watching Mickey Mouse, huddled together on the couch contently. I honestly don't know what they would do without Auntie Erica. She is an angel here on earth.
^j^
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