IF YOU COULD ONLY PICK ONE, WHO WOULD IT BE?

Wednesday has arrived. Raining softly. The dogs are outside. So far no barking frenzy, let us hope it will continue as such. I over slept. Not waking up until 5:30. Now my whole day seems topsy turvey. But here I am and will try to find a way for this computer to pour out a few thoughts.

I have been wondering lately about something. Oh I know I am always wondering about one thing or another. It just seems there is always something tugging at my mind. Well if this person came up to you. You know the mysterious person who came the other day and said you had to pick only five processions. You know, that person. Well if he told you that you could pick one person who has passed on, from the beginning of time until now. And you could spend three hours with them, who would you pick? May sound easy, but stop a minute. Anyone, a loved one, a friend, a person from history, or even Jesus Christ. Just sit and talk, ask questions, anything. Who would it truly be.

Of course my first answer right off the top of my head was my Mom. Then I stopped and thought a minute. Two of those three hours would be spent with her saying, "I'm so disappointed in you Billye for the choices you have made." Maybe I would be better off just waiting till I cross over and hope its to the other side where I know she is. I think she wouldn't be upset with me there. Because the first thing she would ask if I sat down with her, "Is how is Al?" I would have to say fine Mom. I saw on Facebook the other day where he just celebrated his 23rd anniversary and it was the happiest 23 years of his life. "Now Mom aren't you proud of me for giving him that happiness." No maybe I should wait on Mom.

Then there is Eve. I would love to talk to her one on one. I would say,"Eve give it to me straight. It wasn't you that ate the apple first was it? It was Adam, come on. God came around and said who did this?" Adam took one step back, pointed at you and said,"She did it." Maybe after all this time we could finally get the story straight.

Or maybe it would be Jesus. I would love to meet Jesus. Just sit in his peacefulness and feel safe. I would ask questions and check to see if he really does have a sense of humor. Because that is going to be my only shot at getting into Heavens door.And then there is Brenda. Oh how I would love to talk to Brenda. Tell her about all the kids we have added since she has been gone. Maybe be able to show her the pictures of all of them. Then of course Dad. Oh to be able to see my Daddy again. And Dix. I would tell her first off that Bud is fine. Though I know she already knows. And about Jayden. All about the pictures of him I see on facebook. Three hours would fly be fast. I would also like to see my nephew Bobby. Tell him all about his nieces and nephews. I would ask him if sees Brenda everyday? His Aunt Brenda, they were good friends too. So many to see. Only one choice.

Also Noah would be good, or Peter. Impetus Peter the disciple who was always in trouble. I feel I could relate to him.

I would love to just sit and chat with Harry Truman. I really think he was quite a man. The most honest man ever elected into the White House. After he served his country. He came home to Independence there was no bands or honor guards to meet him. A very overlooked President. I love Harry. It would be neat to tell him so.

Mother Theresa she would be another very interesting choice I think. And Vern Gosden. I wish he could bring his guitar and just sing to me the whole three hours. So many choices. And only one. Oh, yes Rosa Parks. She had moxy. I would like to ask her if she refused to give up her seat that day because she was tired of always being made to give up something to a white person. Or was it just because she had worked all day, her feet hurt. And she decided enough was enough. I have thought and thought on it. And of course there is only one decision I could make. It doesn't matter how cranky she might be. it would have to be my Momma. Hands down. My Momma. "I'd tell her I'm trying to keep myself all together. I'll tell her I'm really trying. Then I would just hold her hand and let her talk. That would be like Heaven to me.

So for today that's all I have to say. Who would you talk too? Someone from history. Maybe a grandparent. Maybe a friend. Or a loved cousin. Just something to think about. See you later. For now, you know the drill. I'm outta here.