I remember as a child, we hated leaving this house after visiting from Connecticut. To my brother and sisters this place was cool... We were young. ...and this was Grammy and Grand daddy's house. Another we knew, we loved to be with our Grandparents and we hated to leave Emporium -it was what it is- we all will always live those moments when we see this house-
Either or maybe to bits of another don't matter -these are my folks and they rest peacefully next to my mother. Things are good with my Mom... her Mom and Dad. They, in heaven, wait for us...
What can a son say? I'm her son and she is my Mother. She passed on to soon. She lost her life to soon. She was the mother many would admire.
Sometimes we don't know how to tie our shoes, Mom taught me how, but then I forgot. Then I grew up, and now my shoes never go untied.
Grammy and Grand daddy with their daughter, my Mom
I have a candle that I spark up at my Mothers grave when I'm in Emporium.
My mom and her folks lay in peace.
The light that flickers from the candle when it's lit shines on them.
I'm quite sure that when the candle expires.... light shines on...
The bush near my Mothers stone needs some trimming!