Reflection Too often we take for granted our families, our histories, and the stories that can be shared. Having the opportunity to spend the weekend with my grandfather was priceless; being able to see his face as he introduced me to those he loves, touched my heart. Often it is said that we are put in a specific time and place for a reason and I have no doubt that our trip together fit the bill perfectly. Too many instances indicated that we were right where we needed to be. I met members of my family I never had before, was re-introduced to some that I met years ago, and built bonds with others that I hope to have for a lifetime. I experienced new food (crawfish, oysters, grits, and hopping johns) and saw a bit of 2 new states. My soul felt at home, my spirit at ease, and I felt a sense of peace that I have never experienced before; being in a cemetery where family is buried, in a church where my grandfather got saved, and around people that just make you want to feel ‘at home’ is… simply stated… awesome. The time there was in a sense too short; there is too much to see, do, experience, and too many bonds to be built. I do appreciate every moment that I got to spend with every one; but most importantly I cherish the opportunity that I had to spend time learning about my grandfather and seeing his past. One of my only regrets of the trip: not dipping my toes in what I have heard referred to as the coldest water (Coal Fire Creek). Thank you all for allowing me to join you in your celebration and your time together. You each are beautiful, special people and I am eternally grateful to have that time with you. I will be back; I will visit again, and I hope to make more memories and share more experiences with my cousins… no matter how we are related, and even if we aren’t. Blessings to everyone. Much Love, Grand Daughter #2 Attached: Coal Fire Creek (x2) 2 Attached Images