Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain, Contest

The following is a dream, but boy does it pack a punch.

My husband, I and our three children attended my family reunion.

I have not attended a family reunion in years, at least thirty-five years since I’ve been to one.

My family reunions are a huge gathering at the lake, and tons of food are brought by each individual family. Tales of the older generation are told, if anyone tells a tale about me I would laugh and say, "all lies, there are lies." LOL!

 
The children love going swimming if the weather is good. This particular weekend was a bit chilly. But some of them went in the lake anyway.

This family reunion is held each Memorial Day weekend, the Friday before, and ending on Monday. The busiest days are Saturday, and Sunday.

One of my relatives warned me that a relative who is special to all of us is dying. He warned me not to say anything about the death. This relative would become upset and leave.

I was with my family, and the older family members. Being 65 I haven’t met the ‘young uns’ as my grandmother used to say.

This special relative was with us. I tried not to look at directly. Our eyes met. I turned my head and hid behind my son.

As hard as I tried the tears came flooding and the sobs were racking me.

My Husband touched my shoulder softly and said, “It’s OK Sweet Heart,  You have to face it.”

I turned my head to meet the gaze. The realitive I couldn’t face and tell her how much I loved and would miss was my Mother. My Mother passed away almost eighteen months ago.

She smiled and said, “I miss you too Pudin-naner” Her nickname for me when I was very young.

A gentle rain began to fall and I said, my “Blue eyes are crying in the rain.”