Scratching to Escape: I Remember Their Smiles

In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

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Sunday, April 20, 2014

I Remember Their Smiles

We would gather on Easter for a family meal. Everyone local would attend and the house was full.

I don't remember many specifics, except the colored, boiled eggs, the baskets of candy and the smiles.

Most are gone now: my grandparents, my parents, all my aunts and uncles and two brothers. They've moved on, yet I remember their smiles.

It's good enough.