Till Death Do Us Part

JUNE 23, 1946. 65 years ago my parents vowed, "Till death do us part." They kept their promise. With my father's passing in 2007, today is a bittersweet day for my mother.

Her man's gone now. Ain't no use a listenin' for his tired footsteps climbing up the stairs.

But I'm sure she can still feel his presence on the day that will always be one of the best days of her life. Always be her wedding anniversary.

And he'll always be her one and only love.

I honor your union today, love birds.

Even death won't part you now.



Your 50th wedding anniversary celebration

Sunday With Luther :: Dance With My Father

WISHING all the fathers out there a peaceful and blessed Father's Day.

Sowing, Praying

90% of the first-flush crop is now planted. I need the evenings to be a little warmer to get okra in the ground, but I suspect we'll get there by June 23. The sheets of rain we got yesterday was a God-send. Pummeling sheets. Balls of hail, too. Today, the plants stretched toward heaven. Like prayer.