Donald W. McCorkle May 12, 1955 - June 2, 1998
Mary W. McCorkle May 28, 1955 - November 21, 2002
Both of my parents were short-lived. My mother, Mary McCorkle died of small cell carcinoma in 2002 at age 47, and my father died of a heart attack in 1998 at age 43.
~~~Tears~~~
If tears could build a stairway,
and memories were a lane,
I would walk right up to heaven
to bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken
no time to say goodbye
you were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow,
what it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.
-Anonymous
If tears could build a stairway,
and memories were a lane,
I would walk right up to heaven
to bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken
no time to say goodbye
you were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow,
what it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.
-Anonymous
Grandma's Kitchen Table
So many memories that I can recall that are special to me happened right at Grandma's kitchen table. I remember the time when I couldn't sit at the table because kids didn't mind grown folks' conversations, and often kids were sent outside to play. I remember all her grand-kids playing outside, "play wrestling," playing chase, and sometimes even getting into trouble.
More times than I could ever count, so many of our family members and extended family have laughed, talked, eaten, and drank coffee at Grandma's kitchen table. It seems as though everyone everywhere could smell Grandma's cooking, and would come from all directions. It was Grandma's joy to see everyone together at her kitchen table.
Christmas at Grandma's was like no other Christmas gathering anywhere. Every year, the kitchen table was packed with food with so many people around it, and Grandma would be so happy that everyone came.
A lot of life happened at that table. Grandma always wanted to know what was going on in your life, and she would listen attentively while you told her what was going on in your life. If you listened to her as closely as she listened to you, she would give you insight and help you with any situation you presented to her.
Grandma had so much love for everyone who took the time to visit at her kitchen table. She demonstrated what unconditional love is by accepting everyone and judging no one. Many people claim her as their Grandma and mother who were not born into her family for this very reason, because she was so accepting.
I've come to realize that it wasn't so much about the eating, or the conversation, or even the coffee, that was important to Grandma. It was the simple fact that everyone was together. Grandma truly appreciated the time that her family would take to spend with each other, and that they made time to come together. She loved our company, and we'll surely miss her company. There are so many things about Grandma that we'll all miss, especially the time that each of us spent at her kitchen table.
So many memories that I can recall that are special to me happened right at Grandma's kitchen table. I remember the time when I couldn't sit at the table because kids didn't mind grown folks' conversations, and often kids were sent outside to play. I remember all her grand-kids playing outside, "play wrestling," playing chase, and sometimes even getting into trouble.
More times than I could ever count, so many of our family members and extended family have laughed, talked, eaten, and drank coffee at Grandma's kitchen table. It seems as though everyone everywhere could smell Grandma's cooking, and would come from all directions. It was Grandma's joy to see everyone together at her kitchen table.
Christmas at Grandma's was like no other Christmas gathering anywhere. Every year, the kitchen table was packed with food with so many people around it, and Grandma would be so happy that everyone came.
A lot of life happened at that table. Grandma always wanted to know what was going on in your life, and she would listen attentively while you told her what was going on in your life. If you listened to her as closely as she listened to you, she would give you insight and help you with any situation you presented to her.
Grandma had so much love for everyone who took the time to visit at her kitchen table. She demonstrated what unconditional love is by accepting everyone and judging no one. Many people claim her as their Grandma and mother who were not born into her family for this very reason, because she was so accepting.
I've come to realize that it wasn't so much about the eating, or the conversation, or even the coffee, that was important to Grandma. It was the simple fact that everyone was together. Grandma truly appreciated the time that her family would take to spend with each other, and that they made time to come together. She loved our company, and we'll surely miss her company. There are so many things about Grandma that we'll all miss, especially the time that each of us spent at her kitchen table.
