Friday, October 21, 2016

Flowers come in Three

I was outside watering today and kept finding flowers in threes...
Three is pretty significant in my family because I had 3 brothers and there are 3 sisters. I had 3 children and so did my brother Leeroy and Clifton.
So when the three flowers came up this morning, it made me think of my siblings. We are all older now, my brother Ernest the middle child in the family picture below is gone now, and all of us have made our own way in the world.
My sister Ruby and my brother Lee have passed their 50th wedding Anniversaries. I feel that is a testament to will and love and devotion and a lot of prayer because that is not easy.
Ruby has 5 children, their ages like doorsteps, and I don't know how she did that, to this day. They all love the Lord and one of them devoted her life to Missionary work. That takes a special person to do that, not that all of them aren't special, but I have a soft spot for those that give to others. I think that there are special blessings for those that give to the poor and minister to the sick...
Lee Peacock has 3 and his son has served our country and so has his son. I always honor those that sacrifice for us because when they touch American soil, it is like being born again, they are so happy.. ( that is what my Vietnam Vets had told me)
He has two lovely daughters too who have amazing families in and around the place where I was born. One of them married a farmer. You can't get any more salt of the Earth than that.
Clifton has 3 and his son lil clif was like my own. He came to Ca. and spent the summer with me when he was 12 and I never wanted to let him go. I am so glad that we are still in touch:-)
Ernest never married or had children because a motorcycle accident almost took his life when he was 21. 3 months in a coma later, he woke up but was never the same, except he smiled every day and loved the Lord for many years. I know that he is in heaven, whole, with his missing limb recovered and no longer in pain.
I have 3 children and 2 Grandchildren. My oldest is a Nurse who takes care of me, along with her wife, in a way that is hard to articulate. I love them so much for their sacrifice to making the rest of my years comfortable and loving.
My middle child has the voice of an Angel. When she was growing up, she would takes walks and I had neighbors tell me that they thought it was the radio when she would walk by. She sang with Jim Pagano in a little village called Heuvelton in upstate NY and I can still hear them in my mind.
My youngest is in college and will finish in a few months.. I always love a success story, especially when it comes with sweat and strife...
My baby sister Donna is the Angel of the family. She doesn't think of herself like this but she is.
When daddy stroked at age 62, she was the one that nursed him back to health. She and Peggy helped teach him to talk, to count money, to walk, to enjoy and have a life again.
When Ernest wrecked his bike, and after a two week respite at my place, he went to live with her in a full body cast and she fed him, cleaned him, talked with him to clear his mind and kept at it until he could walk and care for himself. If that is not an Angel, I don't know what is....
So lest I write another book, I will just say that the three flowers that came into my view this morning, started a flood of memories from my life and my siblings lives. We are apart in miles but will always be close in my mind because we are blood and that is thicker than water....
I love you all and pray that if you have a brother or sister that you can tell them that you love them today. Because one day that flower will wither and fall off the branch and you will miss them, just like I do Ernest and Daddy and Mama and Uncle Andy... Love, Kimmee

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