Well it's storming in Central FL (space coast) and has been for days. Squalling like the end of the world. In spite of hell, my siblings came and we carried Bigun to his favorite fishing inlet and scattered his ashes. Somber weather for a somber occasion. A very stormy day, in many ways.
Of course we gathered at my house to eat & tell tales from the olden days and Bob and I slipped into the studio/garage and blew our brains out playing some blues. I cooked up a storm and we ate like southern folks be bound to do.
Everybody was in their right mind because we sat and talked so as to fill in the gaps in the history. When we had told it all a very sad story emerged. For once I kept my mouth mostly shut. We are the last of the line. My fathers brother passed earlier this year and I rarely speak to my cuz that's holding down the old family farm. Our kids are somewhat disconnected from the family history...for now. They'll have their own time soon enough.
I guess we'll do something on a grander scale come family reunion time. This time it was just the 4 siblings (including fat Mike ) in a car on a mission...so like long ago. Exhausting & painful...
MuchLove
BigJeff
Rock On & Keep the FAITH
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Blues From the Bottoms