tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808757727798840963.post6407469012005470179..comments2023-03-03T04:37:18.093-08:00Comments on Midday in the Garden of Good and Better: Sometimes, a Half-LifeMidday in the Garden of Good and Betterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06483555903573409790noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808757727798840963.post-707399396217179092010-03-30T15:41:34.594-07:002010-03-30T15:41:34.594-07:00That's wonderful, Cynthia, of course you cried...That's wonderful, Cynthia, of course you cried. I just love that. Couldn't have been a coincidence. You know, I just think those things mean something. Today I found a paper with my grandmother's middle name written down. Agnes. I'm just sure I never knew that, she died when I was very little. Then, as I was growing up, for years I would joke about a made-up twin, a naughty girl named Agnes. As in, "wasn't me, it was Agnes." I had absolutely no idea until today that was my grandmother's middle name. I can't help but wonder...Midday in the Garden of Good and Betterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06483555903573409790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808757727798840963.post-30490490655076937702010-03-27T18:48:25.154-07:002010-03-27T18:48:25.154-07:00Just found this (when I should have been writing),...Just found this (when I should have been writing), and it was so beautiful. I lost my mom just before Thanksgiving, and my sister and I really debated about which hymns to have sung at Mama's funeral -- we'd knew we'd bawl whenever we heard any that we picked.<br /><br />Sure enough, the day AFTER my mom's funeral was a Sunday. I went to church, and what was the offertory hymn? IN THE GARDEN, my mom's favorite hymn, and the song that we had picked. And sure enough, I bawled.Cynthia Reesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13128418037470085123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808757727798840963.post-66258410163089118472010-03-06T21:30:11.952-08:002010-03-06T21:30:11.952-08:00Thank you, Syd. I love going back there. And those...Thank you, Syd. I love going back there. And those mounds. It was too cold to get close last time, but I'd like to visit the old graves again. I think about the fires that burned there once, the drums. After the house burned down more than 30 years ago, the long driveway was plowed over and the mound was left alone. With good reason! Peace at last.Midday in the Garden of Good and Betterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06483555903573409790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808757727798840963.post-59040661966418526212010-03-04T07:56:40.544-08:002010-03-04T07:56:40.544-08:00A wonderfully poignant post. What a great experien...A wonderfully poignant post. What a great experience for your mother and you, as well as the visitors. It sounds like a God moment. <br /><br />By the way, there are Indian mounds near my home. I find these ancient sites fascinating.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.com