And Dad worked as much extra time that he could, just to make sure all of us were kept fed and warm. There were days when we did not see him for a week, because of working the overtime and not getting home until we had already gone to bed.
Mom always said that you honor your elders, and the parents came first in that honor. You were taught that each of your brothers and sisters were entitled to be honored as family members, and love for each other was essential to make that happen. I would say that I was one of the richest people around, having been born to our parents. Each of us had our own way of doing things, but the result would be the same.
As I get older and wait for that day when I will meet up with them again, I will sit sometimes for an hour, going back in time in my mind. There are so many things that leave pictures in my mind of how it was in my days of old.
The brothers and sisters are leaving this earth and going Home so soon. There are only four of us left. The same goes for the cousins we have. Time has given us many memories of love of family and of the old ways of doing things.
In today’s time, we look backward and the picture is getting dimmer, but the way forward is getting brighter. We walk the paths that have been laid down for us. And as we go farther, we think about the ways God gave us to enjoy all the wonderful things that we cherish each day. The air we breathe, the sounds we hear, the things we see, and the ways we use them to make our short stay here a good one.
The beauty of life as we see it is a blessing only given by our Father, and many times we just don’t honor that blessing enough. We reap what we sow, and we look only toward the light.
Ray “Uncle Ray” Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.