The children of Edna's Sister have traveled and planned to gather and spend time with the children of Edna in the presence of Edna Shervington King. The nieces and nephews, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, all children of one blood; chose this day to gather together, in this place, at this time, to share in the rejuvenating spirit of family. From New York, through Maryland and Virginia, down to North Carolina; the paths were directed by the hearts seeking the smiling faces, loving embraces, and encouraging words that would propel those gathering into the upcoming seasons. When the fourth rain drop landed on earth, Uncle Pookie knew.
The last good weekend of August, before Labor Day, is statistically the driest, the least traveled, and the announcement of cooler weather. August 22, 2009, started off showing promise. The morning sun welcomed a large crowd to the park. Boaters, bathers, fishermen and boyscouts all enjoyed the morning/afternoon sun. Groups of all sizes celebrated birthday's, anniversary's, and simple get-together's throughout the park. Even the mosquitoes gathered in abudance with other flying insects to join in the celebration and partake in evergrowing supply of food. But the rain began to fall.
exposed to the elements taunting disaster had been resituated under the reserved pavillion. The unoccupied pavilion welcomed all that needed protection and warned of the upcoming possiblities. Weather growing by the minute, family members arriving by ones and twos, the Reserved Sign prominently displaying the dignified status of the commandeered pavilion and the options available should the entitled arrive. The pavilion spoke to necessity and allowed the creative spirit to provide a decision in strength. Still the rain continued and storm grew strong.
family is in mind. The creative spirit passed down through these gathering generations promotes the inexplicable confidence. The strength to withstand, forgive, forge ahead, and achieve, resonates within the lineage, reflects off the spirit and soul of the present, past, and future, and is uniquely displayed in the grace and elegance held by those of regal nature. This strength, so visibly recognizable, proceeded the family along the gravel road traveled to the pavilion; where love gathers in unison fear will not reside.
Edna Shervington King sat welcoming them all with a loving heart. Her Grandma's Hands touched the face of her sister's children as her mind reminisced over the years; her sister's children now grown with children of their own, her sister's children now with grandchildren of their own, her child now grown with children and grandchildren of her own; all together in one place. Here, Edna King, sits by her sister's memory, embodied in the lives of her children, surrounding her with the love only a sister could give or understand.
pavillion, in the middle of a storm; a family gathered. A family of hearts rejoiced. A family of smiles warmed a family huddled together, some cold and wet, in the middle of a storm. A family of minds expressed congratulations on new beginnings and journey's completed, encourged visions and dreams, and shared the wisdom of paths traveled. A family tongue spoke love and blew the breath of life back into the family once more. The hurricane subsided. 
Don't ge me wrong, some say, we ain't all right; but it's perception. We're a goofy bunch; a conglomerate of independent spirits, equipped with strong wills and even stronger tongues; highly intelligent human beings with unlimited resources and enigmatic means. Don't underestimate the potential; respect the position, and you might get out alive.













