Thoughts

I am old. Older than I ever expected to become...

The spirits of my ancestors call to me ever more often and ever more loudly; but I cannot tell if they call me home, or if there is that which I still must do.

Pictures come unbidden to my mind-pictures of places and things. There is a large tree on a canal bank west of South Parker Road, near La Feria. There has always been a picture, from when I was a small child, of me sitting next to water on a very grassy bank. Pictures of Port Isabel, Port Mansfield, and Arroyo City force themselves into my mind's eye.

I do not know what my mission here is, only that I cannot leave until it is completed. My greatest fear is that I might never know if I have accomplished it...

Posted: Saturday 4th June 2005, 10:36 AM

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