He Was My Heart

It has been almost 4 months since my Papa earned his eternal reward.

He was the most amazing human I have ever had the privilege to know.

He was my heart.

He and my Daddy walked me down the aisle when I got married.

He is buried in Texas...and I am not in Texas.
He is next to my Granny.
There are bluebonnets that were scattered across their graves.

There is no one left to call me "Sis".
There is no one to sit on my porch and tell me stories of times long ago.

There was an Honor Guard to give tribute to him.
There was a Bugler who played Taps.
There were younger brothers who stood and saluted their big brother.
There was a son who did his own father's funeral and I'm not sure anyone else could have done a better job.

There is a flag. A stiff cotton flag that said a solemn Thank You for serving our country.
There are 3 bullet casings.  Honor. Integrity. Commitment.
There is a "Deep in the Heart of Texas" pendant that I wear.
There is a wrist tattoo. It's his signature.
There is a jar of Texas dirt from the cemetery in my kitchen window.

My heart is deep in Texas.
It's in an old family cemetery.
It always was his and it always will be.

He was good people.

Keeping it Real

I'm a terrible house keeper.
I am bad keeping up with the laundry 6 people create.
I don't dust near as much as I should.
I have lots of half finished books.
I drink too much Dr. Pepper.
I forget about left overs in the fridge until they could probably crawl out on their own.
My porch is a wreck.
I am stubborn.
My floors need to be swept.
My table is sticky and has crumbs.
I hold grudges.
I get my feeling hurt easily.
I eat frosting out of the container.
I hide chocolate in the freezer for my own selfish reasons.
I forget to send Thank You notes.
I have an irrational fear of going to the post office.
I take on more than I can handle.
I don't say no.
I yell more than I should.
I cuss...sometimes like a drunken sailor.
I listen to boy bands.
I cry when I get mad.
My oven needs to be  cleaned.
I dance and sing while in the truck.
The upstairs looks like a Lego store, Barnes & Noble and Staples puked all over the place.

There you have it.

Keepin' it real.
And chances are....you can relate to a few of those too.