I had a million things on my mind as I tried to sleep one night. Much of my time, but not nearly enough, was spent in prayer.
As I walked down the halls of sleeplessness, I began opening many doors. The doors held long-forgotten memories.
One memory that I recalled was from my Granddaddy and Granny Sealey’s anniversary party. I believe that it was their 41st anniversary. Everyone enjoyed a cookout outside my grandparents’ home in Lee. There were many people, mostly family, all there. I remember a band playing country music. The members of the band included my mama’s first cousin, Mason Linton, and her cousins, Trent Lasseter and Brenda McCormick. Jimmy Kent played the guitar. Her cousin, Faye Kervin, sang a song or two. Mama’s brother, J.D. Sealey, sang. I am still wondering if Mason and Jimmy still play. I don’t think Faye sings anymore. I do know that Trent and Brenda still play.
I believe that it was a year later, maybe less, than Granddaddy died.
Granddaddy, along with my daddy and my Uncle Billy, were probably my childhood heroes. Granddaddy had grand plans for the two of us. Many of them, like the go-kart he was going to build for us, never materialized. I understand, though, that it was because he did not have the time. He had to work. He had to work a lot but he still took time out for his firstborn grandson.
I can still remember my granny and granddaddy getting into little spats when I was a child. Granddaddy would get in his car and leave in a huff. Soon, he would be home and wouldn’t be grumpy anymore.
I always wondered where Granddaddy went. One day, my daddy and I found out. There used to be a general store in Lee run by Bert Stroup. On this particular day, when Daddy and I went there to buy Coca-Colas, we discovered my granddaddy, Jake Sealey, in there drinking one of those eight-ounce Coca-Colas that they used to bottle years ago. With youthful wide-eyed wonder, I looked up at my mother’s father like I hadn’t seen him in years and said, “Hey, Granddaddy!”
“Hmmpf!” was his reply but it did not deter me because I was excited. I had discovered the secret elixir that would end his grumpy mood.
Sometimes, I wish that I could find me an old eight-ounce Coca-Cola and drink it and chase my problems away, but I know that drink had no influence on him other than as a pacifier that gave him time to think things through.
God is the answer to my problems and I know that I should spend more time in prayer and Bible reading with Him.