It was 82 years ago tomorrow in the northeastern Mississippi city of Ponotoc when Alfred Herman and Ozell Elizabeth McKnight Ivy welcomed a baby boy into the world – Charles Lynn Ivy. The parents were my grandfather and grandmother. The baby boy is my Dad.
The time keeps flying by. The hours tick. The days pass. The weeks have become months.
I am still fighting.
Received some delightfully surprising news this week.
Kev and Hailey are coming for a second visit this year the end of November. Though the week after Thanksgiving, it will be a combination Thanksgiving and birthday get-together. Kev will turn 28 on the 29th of November.
More good news is that Dave, Anna and my beautiful granddaughters – Dylan, Alaina and Amelia – will also be down.
Sure makes this Dad and Grandpa filled with appreciation and love.
Mom, affectionately called by Dave and Kev, “G” and “GG” for the grandkids, put it altogether. She spearheaded the drive.
Nurse Tabitha and Home Aide Bambi will by to see me a little bit.
That’s the way it is this last day of the week in Mark’s Den.
To steal an opening line, these are the best of times. These are the worst of times.
And so I must get busy making lemonade out of these lemons.
Although it is a beautiful, chilly day across the Cornfield, inside Mark’s Den, as I do every day, I am struggling.One moment I am fine. The next I am gasping and zapped of strength.
Such is life.
I listen to and watch the news. It all is so much making hay about issues and concerns on items of little to no consequence. Yet the media, politicians, talking heads turn splinters into 2×4’s.
The things which really matter seem to be placed deep into the back of the closet. If we don’t talk about love, life, family, true values, honesty, fortitude and such, these do not exist. Sort of like saying God is dead makes Him non-existent.
To steal yet another phrase, this too shall pass.
What remains is what matters.
That’s the way it is this third Tuesday in August.