They say there is a place where elephants go to die. Some deep instinct draws them to lay down among the bones of their ancestors. Maybe there is some kind of celebration here. Remembering where you came from and adding your memories to the memories of others...making history. Joseph sensed death coming on and took the pledge of the family he had brought to Egypt to be saved from famine. Maybe he said, Ive done well here. Egypt will honor me and make me a part of their history. Buy Egypt is not my home. Someday you will leave this place...gather up my bones and take them with you. Take me home. Mom and I have made plans for her. She is loved here. Folks will celebrate her gentility and sweet spirit. Well make a place for that. But finally well take a journey back to Avoca, IN. Well climb that hill and carry her through those old stones. We will put her beside her husband who has been gone 47 years. Well put her beside her son whos been gone 57 years. All around her will be family and friends...and her memory will be added to the history of the Hill Top Cemetery. Shes been failing for the past several days. Shes restless...anxious. Last night I tucked her in and we prayed again. She said, Im dying. I tried to lighten the mood. I talked about hanging around for a letter from the President. No, She said. I just wanna go home. All the days of my appointed time I will wait until my change come. ...Job
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 17:51:27 +0000
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