Was thinking about a wonderful man today. Uncle Dick left us four years ago. It was a miserably sad thing to lose such a loving man. He smiled often and laughed openly. And he could dance…oh to watch him swirl my Godmother around the dance floor like a feather in the wind was purely a pleasure.
Funny things make you think about people you have lost. Like the distinctive sound of a Harley as it rumbles down the road. It was great fun to don a helmet and hang on to Uncle Dick as he roared down the rural roads in Southern Indiana. I think of it every time I hear one of those engines growl. And it makes me miss him even more. Not more than Aunt Jeanette, but I miss seeing his smiles.
And Aunt Jeanette, well, she keeps her butter in the cabinet. And I remember that every time I have to “soften” up the butter for baking. If I just kept it in the cabinet like she does, it would already be soft. But, it makes it easy to remember her often…like every time I need butter.
She also has a great smile and laughs easily. They made a great pair. The way they would glide smoothly across the dance floor…smooth as silk…or soft butter…always smiling and laughing.
FreelanceBeth 