Day: March 28, 2019

Never grab the blade of a Jigsaw with your finger and thumb after it has come out of the saw…particularly after you have been cutting some really hard wood for a couple of minutes….It sort of reminds me of the story about the little old man who was walking down the street back in the old days…the late 1800’s, and he was passing by a Blacksmith shop. The blacksmith was hard at work on a horseshoe and as he hit it, it flew out the door in front of the old man on the street…still red hot. The old guy bent over and picked it up and INSTANTLY threw it right back down! “That thang hot?” asked the Blacksmith. “Naw” said the old man “It just don’t take me long to look at a dang horseshoe” Well…it don’t take me long to look at a jigsaw blade either…

When I walk and I remember those who are gone from this earth, I sometimes think…well I should visit the cemeteries where they lay more often than I do.

But then I consider…my Granny and Grandpa are buried 100 miles away, yet I think of them almost daily. Mom and Dad and Karrie Lynn are buried in the old Trion cemetery and I pass it almost every day, yet I don’t go in very often. But I think of them constantly.

All of the people I have loved, family and friends, still live in my heart. In my memory. In my love.

I don’t need to go to the place where their physical remains are residing. There’s nothing there. There will never be anything there…except the emptiness, pain and grief I felt the day we laid them in the ground.

I can do without that.

I’ll keep what lives inside me gladly over what’s been returned to the earth. Those memories light a candle for my soul every day.