Since some time in the last mid-century I hadn’t seen my cousins on the Giltz side of my family. Two days ago we met again. Ok so we looked like our parents, not a bad thing, we fell easily -effortlessly into Cousin-com. What a delightful time we had. Going through photos of our ancestors, sharing the roads we’d traveled, laughing, crying, and it seemed so right.
We drove by Grandpa’s house on Lincoln Way in Massillon, Ohio. It looked like someone loved the house. We then went to the cemetery. The cemetery wasn’t groomed for Memorial Day and only individuals had put a random flag out or two. Grandma and Grandpa’s marker was completely covered with long cut grass. We cleaned it off, polished it a little, and stood and had a prayer of thanksgiving to them for all they gave us …especially the three children we came from, now we were brought together again: My Dad Maurice, Jeannie’s Dad Rolland, and Susan’s Mom Janet.
Here we were Bobbie, Sue, and Jeanie, together.
It was a good time. We hope for more to come.
It was a good time
The Spirit Will Tell You 