It started last night. I started remembering where we were and what I was thinking/feeling six years ago. Not being able to sleep. Driving up to the little simple white Bethel Baptist Church, near Scroggins, TX. The small gathering of Gordon's family and best friends.
I remembered me crying through the entire service. My mother had refused to attend, so none of my family was there.
Today Gordon and I put fresh silk flowers on Mama and Daddy's grave and on my grandmother and grandfather's grave. Mama had the first of two strokes just a few months after we married. She grew to appreciate Gordon in the five years after we married.
At a wedding tea back here in Mississippi, hosted by my DAR friends, I remember one lady at the tea, sensing the situation, quietly pulling me aside to tell me that her mother had intently objected to her husband, but in time had grown to love him. I must write that lady and tell her how much I needed and appreciated her words of comfort that day.
So in lieu of some florist flowers, I asked Gordon and Unc to get some greens from the farm. We took down the Christmas decorations as is our family custom to have all the decorations down before the first of the year.
Here are photos of two huge displays of native cedar, magnolia grandiflora and American Holly. You might be able to see some wired gold Christmas balls in the bouquet on the hall tree.
I had more to say about today, but my mind is blank at the moment. Well, I'll just have to blog again if I think of what I wanted to share with you. Six years of marriage....where did the time fly?