The Sign My Daddy Told Me About

After all the warmth. The spring like days in February and March. I knew better than to put away boots and shovels. Everyone knows that there are six more weeks to spring on February 2 whether the groundhog sees his shadow or not. Just count. Still some people were surprised on a warm March afternoon when I said we would get more snow. My daddy told me when I was a kid that winter heads out of town after Saint Patrick’s day. That big or at least ground sticking snow that comes after March 17th is the one that gives … Continue reading The Sign My Daddy Told Me About

Etta

     I had a dream about my wife the other night. There was a gentle breeze, the scent of Gardenias and she was there. She was not dressed in a flowing white gown. She wore a red and black jersey knit shirt and black slacks. It was the outfit she wore the night she died. She smiled and said, “Old man, it’s time to come home.”  . I did not argue with her. She was right. Two days later I died in my sleep. I was surprised Etta came for me. I’d suffered through the deaths of our oldest son, … Continue reading Etta