We planned a meal last night--fried chicken. Invited were my mom, and my older kids and their children.
After supper and dessert, we had one discussion. (I planned it that way, and I let everyone know what the topic was going to be.)
I need to give a little background before going into the topic. My dad died when I was 11 years old. I had two brothers and one sister.
The topic was Arthur Tramp, my dad. I asked my mom if she was comfortable talking about him, and she was excited to do it. For nearly an hour, we discussed his life, asking her questions. I found things about him I didn't know. It was a fun time.
Her description of him reminded me of June Carter Cash's view of Johnny Cash, which was of high honor.
