Life slowed down enough today for me to reflect a little on the past few days. Sadly, one of those reflections brings feelings of deep sorrow. When I was a young teenager, my cousin married a young girl I fell in love with the first day I met her. My mother loved her too which I'm sure influenced me a bit. This is a picture of me and him at his Mom's grave side service in 2004. My Aunt had called
me from her home in Florida several months before she got sick and came home. It was Dink who called me from the hospital to let me know she had come back home, when she got very sick and when she died. She was my Dad's youngest sister and divorced so we saw her more often than most of the other Aunts and Uncles on Daddy's side of the family. My Dad's Mom lived with us off and on during my youth and they would come to visit her there. I remember him always being a part of my childhood. Once we grew up - we saw little of each other as it usually goes in families.
When they first got married, they lived in one of the big old homes downtown that had been turned into apartments. One night they came over to our house and when they got ready to leave, asked me to go home and spend the night with them. That was pretty exciting for a teenager (they were a few years older then me but she was a teenager too). That old house had very tall ceilings and no heat and it was freezing cold! Finally my cousin and his wife felt so sorry for me laying on the sofa alone with their one blanket (I think they heard my teeth chattering and they were freezing too) so that they asked me to jump in their bed with them. Boy - they didn't have to ask twice - I was only about 14 so we really were kids but my dumb cousin made a stupid joke about having two women in his bed when in all reality - he had two "girls" in his bed. I'll have to say Dink was a lot warmer than Gene and I were because she was in the middle. She finally asked why we kept turning over and we all died laughing because he and I were turning over to get the other side of our bodies warm against her. I don't think anyone got much sleep and we were up and out of there on the way home to Mama's for breakfast early if I recall correctly. After that - their lives went in the separate direction

So sorry
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for the loss :( Your experience as a teen reminds me of the house we lived in on Chalk level, no heat upstairs and always an adventure for my friends when they would visit :)
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