For the last couple of days, I have had my two uncles up here to visit my parents before they leave for Arkansas. Listening to them talk and laugh with one another as they played cards was sheer enjoyment. They had me play their favorite music for them while they played their card games and chatted. The music ranged from the Sons of the Pioneers to the Bee Gees to the Eagles. (I couldn't help but laugh when my uncle David insisted that I put on the Bee Gees and the Eagles. He just loves them!) But what really seemed to settle my uncles' very souls was when the older music gently drifted into the room where they played. I feared that I would not be able to sit through all of those old tunes, but the realty was I rather enjoyed it. Listening to my uncle singing along while my mom quietly hummed now and then was so sweet. They talked about their mama and their daddy and heaven. They discussed their brothers and sisters and friends who have passed away and the few who are still living. I think down deep my uncle David's home will always be Drumright, Oklahoma, where they all were from. He even subscribes to the local newspaper.... just to keep up with the obituaries. Sitting there with them was rich. I learned a lot from them while sitting there... most important, the preciousness of family. How blessed I am! Prayerfully my own children will find joy and comfort while sitting with me as I grow older, but I also pray that they will find that same joy while sitting with the ones who are still here now. And to not dismiss those old tunes, that if listened to with an open heart, can still speak today. Thanks for the memories.
Twelve Days of Boots: Day 8 by The Pioneer Woman
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