I am so excited as we got to go down to the area where I was raised as a child today. It seemed so serene. I have traveled many beautiful places in the world but none match the beauty of the bayou and my childhood home of Franklin, La. The sleepy Bayou Teche runs lazily along a beautiful green carpet of grass and tall mossy oak trees. No place on earth holds as fond memories for me. My dear brother Mike, who was ten years my senior, lies to rest on the banks of the muddy Bayou Teche. I did not take the opportunity to stop by today but will in the near future. I love to reminisce and walk among the resting places of dear departed family and loved ones. The family names are etched upon marble and granite but always will be etched upon my heart. Dear Ms. Hattie Martin used to bring flowers to the grave of her husband Emmet and she never forgot Mike. My mama would find nice arrangements upon his tomb many times and we knew Hattie remembered him.
She was such a great person. I drove by her old business today Franklin Flower shop and remembered as a child how my brother did deliveries for her and how dear Marie used to work there. She was our down stairs neighbor when our apartment caught on fire. Life goes on in this sleepy community. The stillness and beauty that awaits visitors there is unmatched in my travels. I thought today as I drove around," I hope the people who are blessed to live this idyllic live are thankful every day as they awaken." The world though it offers beautiful places and treasures you can frame and put in statue cases cannot match the wonder of a life well lived in a place well loved.
Shalom
In Jesus,
Dana Klein
