We have a large family around here that everyone knows- the Blake’s. One of them was Maynard a.k.a. “Foots”. He was my favorite. He was one of my dad’s best friends.
He was a big man who did not like to wear shoes. And he loved Daddy. And me.
When Maynard pulled up, he left that big green metal car and headed into the house. He did not park the car. He left it in the road. He did not close the door. A pile of red-headed kids followed him.
And I am not going to lie. You tried to beat him to the kitchen. “What you got to eat John L.?”
It was too late. If you were saving something for later, he had found it. You can’t help but miss him. Especially when you throw away leftovers. Back then we did not have any. We do now and it makes me sad.
When someone loves you and they are gone. You miss that.
Unfortunately, the older you get, the more people you miss.
I should be asleep right now. I think about Aunt Genevieve. When she could not sleep, she laughed and said she did not count sheep.
She counted Blake’s.
Kinda like counting blessings, I suppose. Family, friendship, and don’t forget the food.
We miss you,