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Thursday, December 01, 2005

My Rock


As I stood at my kitchen sink this morning, I looked at the rock on the window sill. It has been there for about 2+years now. It is a special rock. It is brown, looks like sandstone with lots of pits and craters in it. It is about 2 inches across. When I look at it I am reminded of where and how I got it. We had a family reunion at my sisters home, she was living in a cute little log cabin in the middle of the Ozark hills, with a little creek running along the bluff just behind the house. My older brother Jim and I were walking along the creek, looking for "stuff" and talking. This is a good memory of my brother and he picked up this rock and said"here, you need a little peice of Mo. to take back to Nv. with you" so I put it in my suitcase and home it came. So now when I look out my window I glance down and see this little rock and think of him, as I know he is looking down and thinking of all of us. Thanks Jim.

5 comments:

**Heather** said...

That is so touching. Thanks for sharing!

marge said...

I'm glad you had a special time with Jim , we all miss him and have our special memories of him.I have a bunch of pictures on the wall and his right by the light switch , so I see him a dozen times a day. thanks for sharing with us.love and hugs

addict said...

How wonderful to have something you can reach out and hold in your hand...
:)
It is funny how at the time you had no idea what that rock would mean to you one day... and yet, there it is.

Sindy said...

Love you.

Meg said...

It's the simple things that become so special it seems.