Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A Few Words For This Wednesday

After my Grandad Franklin passed away Granny Pat got this chair and table as his memorial.  Grandad would sit on this bluff and watch the river for hours.  He would know every square inch of the bluff across the river.  He would also know at what time certain fish would swim by.  I think he spent time here to ponder lots of things.  Things like how lucky the family is the have such a place to enjoy.

When I see that chair looking over the river I think of Grandad and all that graced our camp and my life.


I used to feel sad when thinking about all the family, the ones I knew and the ones before my time, that left my world.  Then I realized they didn't go anywhere.  They are here in the wind.


I just close my eyes, smell the air, feel the breeze and listen to their comforting presence.

I can see my dad landing a bass on this rock.

But I also hear the sounds of giggling daughters and sons having a ball.

I also see that they love this place like we all do.

There is no generation gap on the Frio River.

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