The last day of June and nearing the time of marking the one-year anniversary date of George's unsuccessful heart valve surgery July 5. Such an awesome thought, the idea that I have made it through almost 12 months of his not being here. So missed, so very much missed. The evening of the 5th, I'm having a few of his Hinds English Department friends and two longtime friends here in Clinton who have 'propped me up' these past days over to remember and commemorate with us. Polly Marshall, who taught with George and has so often eulogized those who have passed over, has agreed to read the poem that I later discovered in my notes he had suggested for his services. He said it in passing as we prepared to give Mother up to Heaven. In all the (how to describe it?) turmoil, I never thought . . .But finding the note in my journal was so direct. It's the Rossetti poem that says to 'sing no sad songs for me . . .' Cam, Tim, Carly and I need to hear it, to listen, to rejoice in what we had, cherish his dearness . . .
Meanwhile, we look forward to joyful times. Paula Sims, our cousin, daughter of Paul (Tip) and Laney Sims, will be marrying Zack Matkins in two weeks, and needless to say, we are very happy for this occasion. The Sims are definitely "Plantersville Connections," Tip having preached at Plantersville Baptist.
Ah, Family. . . talk about 'prop-ups.'
