FACES

Faces circle the room. Faces that have aged but suddenly fade to their youth and the memories of youth. Memories of swimming at the country club, of cousins always glad to see cousins, of bowling, of climbing on the Pioneer Woman, of going to picture shows, of lining up for stairstep pictures, of the guest house and buckets of water, of silly costumes and plays put on, of movies together, letters exchanged and parents and grandparents shaking their heads at our antics. Our years between of work and health and situations requiring maturity evaporate momentarily as does the memorial occasion of our gathering. We're simply loving family celebrating one life thus celebrating each life. Our hearts embrace our heritage.