There are few times when the word never really attains its meaning. However, we can with full assurance say we'll never see the year 2015 again. Saying "good-bye," even when it's to a number, hasn't been easy.
Today is the first day since December 30 I've awakened feeling like it will be a good day. My riotous happiness came to an end. For days I sat at meals of roasts, hams, pies, and cakes in the brilliant company of rabble-rousers and comedians.
The pandemonium of our conversations echoed from brightly lit candles to shiny Christmas balls and ribbons. Chatter, interrupted by screams and chasing children, filled the rooms. At one point, one of my sons spent some time trying to convince me that benevolent dictator is an oxymoron. There's a story there, but it would take as much time as the discussion.
|The Grandkids (except for Ivan who's 3 years old)|
|At the SC State Museum with Granddaughter Camilla|