I went to church when I was five,
Sunday School, never missed.
I looked over; who did I see?
Well, of course, I saw Pearl teaching.
Time went by and I got older,
I graduated to the “big church”.
I looked over, I sat on the left.
Who was on the right, Pearl.
Once a month, every month,
Usually the first Sunday… Food`s aplenty.
Go downstairs to eat, who`s there?
Right again. Pearl, with bowl in hand, always happy.
Time goes by, I'm married now.
It's Sunday. Church again; this time with family.
I look to the right, across the aisle,
and who`s there? Right again. Pearl…
1999, it's a very sad Sunday in church.
My Gramzer, upfront in casket; she passed away.
I stood up, turned around, I said a few words.
Who do I see? Pearl, with handkerchief, wiping away a tear.
It`s Sunday, Church, Choir time.
I walk up front and once again,
Looking behind me, I see...
Pearl, ready to sing for Jesus.
Time goes by; my whole family is with me.
We're on the left, as usual.
It's been 55 years since that first Sunday.
I look over. Who do I see? I see Pearl once again.
Pearl, I thank God for you…
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Regis
Whenever I traveled, I made a special point of looking up my great aunts and uncles, as well as my aunts and uncles and cousins, because I valued family ties. Since I lived a long time, I've noticed that many of those family ties have been broken… Not by discord, but by distance, because those people never wandered far from church and town. I did, and kept up with my family, however difficult it was for to drive all those miles and take the time that others didn't.
My uncle died recently at 101.7. He told my cousin that he always enjoyed my visits, even though he never visited me and I was only able to get there every five years or so. He and my aunt, long dead, did manage to drive 50 miles in 8 inches of snow after milking the cows when I was married 30 years ago.
Ron
Donna