Writing from the Grave

My cousin Ward sent me an article today with the subject line, “your father was a visionary.” It was an article from something called “world atlas” of the nine best towns for retirees in the south.”

The reason Ward said my father was a visionary is two of the places were the places my father retired to, Litchfield Beach, SC and Danville Va. Well he didn’t exactly retire to Danville, just a mile outside the state line, but close enough to Danville.

I don’t know a thing about this World Atlas site, but when it mentioned that the pluses for Danville included that it had once been the capital of the confederacy and the Roman Eagle Retirement home I thought, obviously no writer visited before making this list. I am not sure putting the confederacy on a pedestal is a good look these days.

Nonetheless this is not the best examples of what a visionary my Dad was, more like it is a message from the grave from him that he wants us to remember he was always right.

Since we are going to a family birthday for my father’s youngest first cousin this weekend I am certain some stories will be told. We will be missing all those cousins of my father’s who have gone to the great beyond, but happy to celebrate Harry, who at 80 is the youngest.

Wish my Dad had left a toast for Harry. Maybe Ward will find a fitting post from the internet that sounds like my Dad had written it. Stranger things have happened.