I think about all our love ones that have past. My mom and dad Joyce and Charles, my brother in-law and sister Roger and Joyce, my uncle Johnny, my grandmother Mammy, My aunt Hazel, and my uncle Ed. Many of us miss these people in different ways. We wish they could be back with us but healthy and lively like we have them fixed in our minds. We want to hug them, hold them, kiss them, and tell them another hundred plus times we love them. Let me share what I see in my mind.
I see a large house setting in the country side. You know the type, they all described it to you the house they would have if they could build it. A two story house with a wrap around porch so they could sit and watch the sun set feeling the breeze blow over them. In side this house is a big living room where everyone can sit and share their stories a thousand times over and everyone listens and laughs as if it was the first time they ever heard it. Daddy has his friends over playing music as Daddy sings Mammy dances to the beat. Mom is in the kitchen with the stove hot cooking away, Aunt Hazel and Joyce are with her helping and gossiping about that other family member everyone talks about.
In the dinning room sits a table as big as it looked to us when we were ten. Room enough for everyone no child’s table here and all the foods that Mom, Joyce, Aunt Hazel, and Mammy cooked so well what you remembered from Thanksgiving and Christmas. All the food sitting there waiting on someone to dig in. I see Mom’s pumpkin pie and Dads potato salad and banana pudding, a big baked ham and roasted turkey, homemade dressing and giblet gravy. I can’t wait to taste Joyce’s fudge pie or maybe it’s her sweet potatoes covered with cinnamon and marshmallows. No mater how much you eat you never run out of hot rolls.
After dinner everyone goes on how good it all was settling down with drinks. There is no bad seat in the house all chairs and couches feel just right. Sitting there enjoying it all is Uncle Ed with his hat and overalls on playing with one of our many pets. Beside him is an open space waiting because here he doesn’t mind waiting on a woman.
This is what I see an open door and people waiting for us to arrive so the party can really get started. What a way to go home.
By
Sidney Tucker
