--George L. Griffin III
Good Mourning Widows!
Joy to you and me.
Outside my window leaves the color of pumpkin glisten in sunshine while a yellow-eyed grackle big as a cat stalks the back woods of my townhouse. Elbows on desk, my chin rests neatly in the palms of my hands as I stare into space and contemplate my Mourning Joy.
Last night, after I remembered Him, I was feeling 'bout as gray as an elephant's ear. I kissed my small dog, Izzy, on his snout, ruffled the fur of his little cat, Tux, and said my prayers. Turning out the light, my eyes gazed on a picture of my son with his lovely new bride. It was then I recalled a little boy's words, the ones spoken on a brisk autumn day, back in 1986. He was 11 years old. I was 38. They made me laugh then. And they make me laugh now.
This morning I'm still laughing at my son's not-so-famous quote.
I love you, George. Thank you for making my day!
Guess, you just had to be there.
Have a joyful day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.