At the end of last week, the last of my Grandmother’s family of origin died. Uncle Buddy was always called the “baby of the family.” My Great-Grandmother Lindsey had seven (yes, 7!) children, and I think all of them were born in their little white house in Meringo County, Alabama. http://www.alabama.gov/portal/secondary.jsp?id=countiesRiver&countyID=marengo
Great-Grandmother B lost her parents when she was a young girl. Oddly enough, she raised a brood of warm, loving, and nurturing children. Including her sons. Yes, even her boys had a certain kindness about them that showed up in everything they did. My Great-Grandmother had clear, blue eyes. So did my dear Grandmother, and I think the rest of the children did, too.
I remember the last time that I saw Uncle Buddy. It may have been at Grandmother’s funeral, back in 2008. I remember looking him in those eyes and catching my breath, because there was something there that reminded me of Grandmother. Even my mom says that she could “see” Grandmother in his eyes.
Even though it has been five years since Grandmother died, it still is so hard for me. We were so very close. After all, she and Papa only lived about 500 yards from us, across the pasture. Whenever she and Papa weren’t on one of their Winnebago trips, I was at her house. The other day, I walked into a store in one of the small towns near where we live. I was instantly taken back to being at Grandmother’s house in the wintertime, for the store was heated with a little gas heater; I caught a whiff of the gas smell, and it reminded me of Grandmother’s house, which used a little gas heater.
I remember many times that I’d sit close to Grandmother’s heater and listen to the grownups talk. Uncle Buddy and Aunt Mary Lou used to visit Grandmother and Papa often. They only lived less than an hour’s drive in Meridian, MS.
Mom says that Uncle Buddy never failed to ask her about David and me, when Mom went for a visit.
He lived to be 85 years old! Great-Grandmother lived to be 96. Grandmother lived to be 90. For the most part, the family was blessed with longevity.
I like to think of the welcome that Uncle Buddy received in Heaven, when all of his family welcomed him in. If even possible, Heaven is an even more wonderful place because Uncle Buddy is Home.
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