MY COUSIN JOEL I usually read in the mornings when I get up after I check my emails and Facebook. I sit and watch the sun come up out my front door and sometimes marvel at life and all that goes with it. But,this morning Im looking out on a chilly gray morning...a morning that could be perfect for death. I am listening to music this morning and mourning Joel Smith...Peteys brother and my cousin. While my mother and her siblings died in chronological order (with the youngest my Aunt Pig still going strong at 92) Joel was one of the youngest of all of us cousins. As I have been writing this morning the sun has come out and looks as if it will be a nice sunny day even after the early morning grayness. But isnt that just the way it always is...night, grayness and then the sun shines again. This morning even with the sun finally shining again I chose to mourn my cousin Joel. Someone said you die twice; one time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time. Lets try to keep Joel alive by saying his name time and again as we go through life in the future. Charlie Hewitt 10-14-2014
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 17:40:11 +0000
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