Today was a beautiful day! What a wonderful time we had as a family.
We sat together as a family and shared a meal that I learned every step of from my Grandmother who is now passed.
My Grandaddy ate more than I've seen him eat in a long time. He's 94 and always says he's not hungry, but he ate today.
On the menu was Ham, Home Made Macaroni and Cheese with extra sharp cheddar, Cole Slaw, and Collard Greens that were cooked with some Ham bits, garlic, onions and a bit of red pepper.
Last but not least were the biscuits.
My Aunt, my deceased mothers sister was here too. I love seeing her.
Her mannerisms, some of her voice fluctuations and her beauty remind me of my mom, and I feel I get glimpses of her, here and there.
Funny how it is those bittersweet things, that bring us the most joy, yet make us feel so hopeless and helpless.
On this day of our Risen Lord, I enjoyed and am thankful for spending time with my family who is still here and who isn't.
What does the title have to do with this story? Not much, I thought when I titled it, I would talk about the constant wind and blue skys at my Granddads, but I got led in an other direction.
But it was really windy at Grandaddy's and pretty chilly.
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