Category Archives: in honor
January Fourth; I Remind Because I Remember
When a part of what was, will never go away. I have mentioned before that my late husband was a long haul truck driver. With the exception of the rare run that would bring him close enough to the house … Continue reading
Day 356; With all Respect, Honor and Sadness
This morning over on the other side of Charlotte, NC very early in the morning, there was an accident involving an eighteen wheeler. The police were in process of closing the road to take care of this truck when another … Continue reading
December Eighteenth; When You Feel Lead and Respond, aka, You Can Not Out Give God
And again. Over on social media I tagged the Jeep group as the Compassion Convoy from Carolinas. Yes, I am still talking about the events, but not for the reason you may be thinking. Early Friday afternoon I was talking … Continue reading
Day346; Footnotes of Signs of Comfort
When that cake of cornbread comes complete with message. I won’t lie, I’ve been struggling. Its the time of year for celebration and joy but for me, even as I tried, joy seemed to be missing. I’ve done the things … Continue reading
Day 343; Footnotes He Would Have Been 117
Today was my Grandfather’s birthday. If he had lived, he would have been 117 years old. He left us months before my son was born over thirty years ago. But he was a person, one doesn’t forget.Just over six feet … Continue reading
December Fourth; If I Could Offer a Gift, It Would Be That we Are Aware and Ready
My son is taking part in a toy run as I write this. It is one thing that he does every year. At this moment, he is out there, somewhere in the county with over a thousand other riders carrying … Continue reading
Day 334; Footnotes Thankful for a Misunderstood Gift
I think I broke the mower that can. I took my mother shopping today. She had some things that she needed but didn’t really want to drive. I needed a thing or two so after lunch we headed for the … Continue reading
November Twenty-second; Thankful, for Family Blood or Not
Its Thanksgiving week, and I just realized something I forgot to purchase for dinner. Something I have to try and find if possible at this late date. Breaded, frozen okra, because I have a niece who loves it and will … Continue reading
November Eleventh; Are Words Enough?
What can I say, that hasn’t already been said? Are the words, “thank you” adequate? Are there any words, that can even begin to convey the depth of appreciation we should hold within our mind and heart? When one attempts … Continue reading
November Tenth; The Love of a Son
He felt guilty. “Get job you bum!” Those were the words right out of my son’s mouth when I was asking if he had transferred any money over to help with groceries. He always does, I simply hadn’t checked first. … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 