This past week our community lost one of Mom’s good friends and neighbor. Imogene Sturgill Sexton passed away on Jan. 1. I have mentioned her and her children many times in this column and requested prayers for them.
I was able to go to her visitation and talk with her daughter Sandra Wilson Friday evening. As I’ve said many times, her children have been staying with her around the clock since back in the spring when she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
During that time she had called Mom’s house many times checking to see how Mom was doing. We have been praying for her healing and when we saw that wasn’t God’s will, we then started praying for God to just go ahead and let her go on to Heaven.
I remember in one of my pastors, Bill Jones’s, sermons a few years ago, he asked the question, “Are we keeping our elderly parents from going on to their heavenly home by praying for God to keep them here?”
He asked, “Aren’t we being selfish by wanting them to stay here with us?”
After Daddy had a heart cath and was given only a 50/50 chance of living for three years, my sister Delores tried to talk him into getting on the heart transplant list. When he said no, she told him he was being selfish.
He then told her she was the one being selfish to want him to stay here in the shape he was in. I understand completely what he was talking about now. We expect them to live forever and can’t imagine our lives without them, but giving them up is part of life.
Please keep praying for all of Imogene’s family as they deal with this loss. All the others too who have lost loved ones and are dealing with grief.
My pastor and his family desperately need your prayers. I thought the trial was scheduled for January, but there isn’t a set date yet.
There are lots of birthdays that have been posted on Facebook that I want to mention. Denise Gibson Baker, one of my really good friends and a teacher at Martha Jane Potter Elementary, celebrated on Jan. 1. A friend from my growing-up days on Cane Hollow, Velma Profitt Caldwell, celebrated on the 2nd. I also saw that Sally Oakes celebrated on the 4th.
It is so good to see all the seniors coming to the rec center for the Letcher County Senior Citizens program. The fellowship that goes on there just warms my heart.
We miss all the ones that aren’t getting to attend because of illness. Imogene Sexton was also one of our members and we will miss her.
My sister Delores and I were talking about some of the things we remembered about Imogene. The thing both of us remembered the most was when we would walk past their house on our way up to the little neighborhood store.
They had a really good watchdog. I didn’t remember its name, but Delores surely did. It was Ole Pal. By a good watchdog I mean if you were talking he could hear you about 100 yards away.
We would try our best to be as quiet as we could be so we could walk past their house without him coming out on us. In the summertime the blacktop would be so hot on our bare feet that we tried to stay off it.
But, when he got after us we had to get on the blacktop and you talk about running then, we surely did. He even thought the road was his territory and would get after us until we got past their house.
I was scared to death of dogs then and most of the time I still am now. They also had a really good peach tree on the edge of their property next to the road and we would love to pick us a peach when we walked by. I guess we had to take the good with the bad.
I was thinking the other day about how close all the people in the neighborhoods were back then. I guess it’s kind of like Marlowe Coal Camp and how they all knew each other and all the kids played together and grew up together.
We knew everybody that lived up in Cane Hollow and all the hollows up and down Colson and they knew us. We knew and played with all the kids around us.
It’s hard to believe that people don’t socialize with each other like they used to. Kids even keep to themselves and don’t play with other kids in the neighborhood.
We would stay outside all day long and I know Mom had no idea where we were at all times. Most of the time we were even in the woods up and down the hollow.
I long for the old days for my grandkids, before drug dealers and drug deals and children trafficking.
Lots of people are needing our prayers this week, Alpha Profitt, my aunt Linda Hall, Estel Taylor, Ann Thomas, Bill and June Craft, Levi Oaks, Laney Webb, Terry Wilson, and my daughter, who is having lots of problems with her sugar levels fluctuating drastically.
Try your best to attend church Sunday as Oma would say each week, and I add if your church has services Sunday evening or throughout the week, God expects you there then.