Changing flowers in Fairview Cemetery today
for Granny Selma’s parents
and for my dad, mom and their parents
(my friend Tinabeth came to help)
Tinabeth trimmed the crepe myrtles…
while I arranged the flowers
(and Pretty took pictures)
Spike and Charly ran so fast that the
Hounds couldn’t catch ’em
Hey, where are our names?
The view from our family plot is truly fair
When Pretty and I got to the cemetery this morning, there was a note under a stone at our grave that read Sheila, here’s my phone number. Call me. It was signed by Warren Wood and dated 03-28-17. I picked up my cell phone and gave him a call.
Warren was one of my favorite people when I was growing up. He lived up the dirt road from us, played basketball on my dad’s high school team, and usually sat with me every Friday night at the Richards Cafe where his mother made the best hamburgers ever. I called him, and he said he was still in the area at his house in Anderson and would meet me at the cemetery – which he did. I hadn’t seen Warren in 60 years, but we have kept in contact since my first book Deep in the Heart was published in 2007. Wow. Such a great visit.
His parents are near mine
Being in the old familiar places with old familiar friends was a highlight of our trip to Montgomery and Grimes Counties for the past two days, but tomorrow it’s time to say goodbye to family and friends once more as we turn north toward Dallas and our Final Four destination.