Cindy Sparks

Tattered Legacy

I was sitting here trying to wrap my brain around my Uncle Joe passing away in the other room, here on the farm. Having a cup of coffee, calming down, while hospice finishes taking care of everything. In the last moments of his life, he handed me his tattered black book, that he carried on him everyday of his life since he was 16. This book went to Vietnam, and hundreds of other places in the world with him. He wrote thoughts, prayers, people and things he collected over his travels. As I sit and reflect on his last words to me, "This is your legacy, its torn and tattered, but is everything to me, now it's all yours".