Nothing Left to Give

Do you ever have a time when you absolutely have nothing left to give?

That's me today. I am all out. I should not be writing a caption on a photograph today, much less a blog because I don't have any words that are worth much right now.

Oldest Friend's mother died last week. She was a great lady and it was very sad. I moved in for a couple of days. The Guy was out of town on business, in my car. I killed the Miata. We lost power one night for a long time. Before we went to bed, I said, "Oldest Friend, if we don't have power in the morning we are going to have to take that funeral food over to my house. We can't let it go bad." And we had a lot of funeral food. Barbecue, shrimp and grits, turkey, strawberry pretzel salad, chocolate pie, potato salad, slaw. And that's not the half of it.

There were flowers, phone calls, people at the door, and more food.

At the cemetery, the minister (the same one who married me twenty three years ago yesterday) approached our little posse.

"What good friends you all are," she said and she asked how we had all met and how long we had been friends. I was shocked when I realized the the longevity of our relationships.

Every since, the words from a county song my Tracy Lawrence have been running through my mind:

Somebody's gonna drop everything
Run out and crank up their car
Hit the gas, get there fast
Never stop to think 'what's in it for me?' or 'it's way too far'
They just show on up with their big old heart
You find out who your friends are.

Oldest Friend had a lot to find out.

Enjoy the video. I'll be more entertaining next week.