I Keep Wonderin' How the Old Folks are at Home

“And I can't keep from wonderin' how the old folks are at home.”   I heard Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers sing “I’ll Be Home with Bells On” and this line reminded me there are no more old folks at home to come see.  Lover and I are the “old folks” now.  All my olds have passed on save my mother, whose mind has gone on.  There used to be only a few, Mamaw and Papaw, Grannie, Aunt Bertie, and Snook.  I can remember the last time we were at a table together.  It was Thanksgiving 40 some years ago, on Old Mail Rd. Crossville.  Mom had set up her treasured dining room table in the living room to make room for all.  I had come in, rode hard and wet, and set with them all.  I never dreamed of this day or this song.  It was just all the old familiar carols sung, these dear old ones of my memories.  I was lost in sin much as I am lost now in memories.  Oh, to see one more time those Old Familiar Carols who shaped so much of me that is me.  Oh, for the coming resurrection I now long for.  Another thing I never dreamed of; Come Lord Jesus!  Come!!!  “Because I keep wonderin’ how the old folks are at home”