This thread brought me a smile when I really needed
one. Kinda hits home. Just backwards.
My wife, she wasn't my first girl friend. She's my best girl
and I like her a lot.
But way back in high school, I had me a real pretty little
girl friend. Little blond girl. Not much taller than a good smurf.
I liked her a bunch. Liked her three beautiful sisters. And I really
liked her parents. I mean I REALLY liked her parents.
This was one of those familys that had an impact on my life.
Jeannie and I ...we grew up, went our separate ways. Life happens.
As an adult, I've never seen her. Make it a point not to...avoid temptation
and all that.
I've talked to her one time on the telephone, when her father passed
away. (making sure my wife was in the room)
But my wife didn't say a word when I paid for Jeannie's fathers funeral.
I didn't attend the funeral. Knowing the funeral director, he bent the rules
a bit for me.
My dear wife has never once said a thing to me...I stop by and check on
"mom" now and then. If she needs a little something, I give her a little
something. If she needs me, all she has to do is call. To the best of my
knowledge, her daughter doesn't have my phone number.
But mom does.
So this thread made me smile...that girl had some parents.
This was something I had posted way back in the thread. Can I add
a little something to it? Sort of finish the story.
As some of you may know, I buried my wife last month. As sad, and
as hard as it was, this family was there for me. The mother and the
girls. And their husbands.
And we're somewhere between family and friends.
I call her Mom...wouldn't dare call her by her given name.
We've stayed in touch. I mean my whole life. No, I'm not
chasing a memory. Yes, I know where Jeannie's at. Always knew.
Always knew when she came home. And avoided that.
She's not the issue here.
Her family became my family a long time ago. Just the way it
is. Always been. My wife never complained, or tried to stop it.
She understood I loved them on a different level. Never said a
word when I went to see Mom.
Never said a word when I went to the cemetery to visit his grave.
Because he was my family.
Way down deep in my heart. Family
No we're not family like lets all go the family reunion.
We're family because we've chosen to be. I've been a part of
her family for a long time.
Me and Jeannie...not so much. A line I dare not cross. Didn't then
and I won't now. Smart enough to know better. We've always
known where each others at.
Sometimes family isn't about being married.
When my wife passed away, some of my first calls were to my
brothers. That sounds right? My brothers. Except two of my
brothers are colored. I didn't say that to be racist. Two of my
closest best friends happen to be colored guys. Close as brothers.
Viewed as brothers, loved as brothers.
We just call it family.
Spook...who loves his whole family. No matter how he got them.