It reminded me of years ago as we sat in her home with Uncle Jay (Barbara's late husband and my grandmother's brother) & all the Douglasville family. Sweet times were always met with yummy southern food, conversations of days of old (my grandmother had two sisters and three brothers... grew up on a farm in GA... suffered through the depression, all three boys going off to war... and their father dying rather young). I loved listening to the conversations and as i think back to those days I wished I had listened closer. I wish I had asked questions that now I would be eager to ask. Some simple. Some more provocative.
I find myself envious of friends here who have family near them, especially those who seemed bothered by it. They don't know what they have in many ways. You know how that is... non of us seem to know what we have until we really don't have it anymore. I do not have any family within about 2000 miles of AZ. NONE. So, with that distance comes a feeling of being alone at times. As I sat with Aunt Barbara in the living room last week it felt so real. I felt connected, understood, at home.
I am thankful for all the road trips we took to visit family in GA over the years. Here are some fun family pictures of our visit with Aunt Barbara:
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