Sweet home Alabama

The third Sunday in May is a tradition in our family. I remember all my life going to "Decoration Sunday" at my dad's church in Alabama. Everyone from everywhere seemed to come. We visit our family members in the cemetary across the street, put beautiful flowers on their tombstone, and honor them in the church service. It is a day to reflect.We have kept the tradition going. Rick, Paislee, and I went to Alabama to put flowers on my dad's grave at the cemetary and also my other family members. It is a happy moment and sad moment at the same time. As we drive to Alabama I can't but help think back on all the memories I have as a child taking that trip. From having contests with my brothers counting Christmas lights along the way, Little Caesars in Corinth, MS where we would always want to get pizza, or the quarter my grandfather gave us everytime we visited. As I brought flowers up to my dads grave with Rick and Paislee, it hits me that my dad never got to see Paislee being born or has been here through all her health problems which makes me angry. I look at my other nieces and nephew and think he saw them. He was there when they were born, but my Paislee will never know him. She will never be able to hug him, visit him, spend the night at his house, spend holidays with him. Then other happy thoughts go through my head. My dad watched from up above Paislee being born. He was her angel in the NICU with a blood infection as she fought to save her life, he has been her angel through countless doctors appointments, an angel through surgeries, an angel through lung issues, stomach issues, and heart issues. My dad has watched over her and Paislee more than ever needed that. We all have. And for this I am grateful.


On a lighter note, we visited my dad's only living brother, Glenn. He has tons of animals but Paislee liked the horse the best. She told us she wanted to stay there, she didnt want to come home.