I’m flying to visit my family tomorrow morning for a week. This will prove to be full of fun memories, such as over the summer. Many summer days my Dad found himself spending them with his grandchildren. The kids always wanted to play ball and Grandpa somehow always got coaxed into the game. Heather came outside one day and witnessed her father take a fake shot as Gavin pointed a water gun and yelled, “Bang!” Grandpa slumped to the ground and stayed there motionless. My sister rushed over to see if he was all right. Grandpa opened one eye and whispered, ”Shhh, I always do this. It’s the only chance I get to rest.”
Families are like fudge .. mostly sweet with a few nuts. In fact, there are a few teenagers in the family and I’m convinced raising teenagers is like nailing JELLO to a tree. And another thing, if you have trouble getting your children’s attention, just sit down and look comfortable.
My cousin Neese decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Wal-Mart. “Wal-Mart?” the preacher exclaimed. “Why Wal-Mart?” “Then I’ll be sure my family visits me twice a week.”