We used to take our four children and go to church on Sunday mornings then go on up to mom and dad's. Mom would have a big meal prepared. Homemade bread and our favorite dessert. The smell as we walked toward the house and the welcome as we entered were so precious and we didn't know it. you never think ,at the time, how short that time is when all are well and together. Sundays are lonesome.
Dad ,with his chuckles, jokes and stories as he sat by the window, keep floating just out of reach. Mitch laying sideways on the couch, dogs and clutter. Could we have enjoyed it more, appreciated it more if we'd known how brief it was.?
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