Kenneth Barksdale – RIP

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Kenneth Barksdale (Gwen’s grandfather) passed away Wednesday.  It’s hard to lose a family member, but seems even worse when it happens this time of year.

Obituary

Kenneth Rodney Barksdale, age 82 of Athens, passed away on Wednesday, December 19, 2018, at Athens Limestone Hospital.

Mr. Barksdale was born October 13, 1936 in Limestone County to Wade Barksdale and Algie Butner.

Graveside Services for Mr. Barksdale are Saturday, December 22, 2018 at 1:00 p.m. at Roselawn Cemetery with Steve Curtis officiating.  Visitation will be Saturday, December 22, 2018, from 11:00 a.m. until 12:30 p.m. at Limestone Chapel Funeral Home.

Mr. Barksdale was a member of Wooley Springs Church of Christ.  He was veteran of the Army and a lifelong farmer.  He was a postal carrier for over 40 years.

He is survived by his daughters, Crystal Benignus (Jon) and Jessica Turner (Scott); brother, Gerald Barksdale (Mary); sister, Frieda Claxton; grandchildren, Gwen Thaler, Kasey Benignus and Elizabeth Turner; several nieces and nephews.

Preceded in death by his wife, JoAnn Barksdale; granddaughter, Brittany Barksdale. Pallbearers are Stanley Smith, Tom Newton, Dwight Stoner, Chad Tribble, Jonathan Hill and Kevin Lee.

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Thoughts on Death

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.  – Khalil Gibran

Death is not the greatest loss in life.  The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.    Norman Cousins 

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.  – Marcus Tullius Cicero

It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.  – Marcus Aurelius

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Favorite Childhood Memory – Fishing in the Bathtub

Today is Aaron’s birthday.  He would have been 42 years old.  I thought I would honor the day by sharing one of our adventures together as children.

During the summer of 1988, my brother and I spent most of our free time exploring the woods and playing in a creek.

One day, we were hanging out in the woods and fishing.  We had a bucket full of fish, but it started to rain.  Neither one of us wanted to leave, since we were having so much fun.

I suggested we take the bucket of fish home and put the fish in our bathtub.  That way we could continue having fun while we were at the house.  Aaron thought it was a great idea, so that’s what we did.

My mom came home from work, as she passed by the bathroom, she saw Aaron sitting on the toilet with a fishing pole.  She went into the bathroom to find out what in the world her son was doing.

When mom looked into the bathtub, she went ballistic.  She started yelling at both of us to get those **** fish out of the there.

We put the fish back into the bucket and walked down the street.  We decided to release the fish in our neighbor’s pound.  Once we got home, Mom made us scrub the bathtub multiple times with several different cleaning solutions.

Personally, I think she may have overreacted just a little bit.

The Black Hole of Death

Today is Aaron’s birthday.  It should be spent having fun, singing, and laughing.  However, Aaron died three years ago.  There will be no signing or laughing today.

When Aaron died, I lost my brother, Gwen lost her father, and Mom lost her son.  His death created a black hole in our family.  This black hole creates a suction that drags feelings of joy and happiness into it’s abyss.  It only leaves feelings of despair and grief.

Our family will never be the same without Aaron.  His death will impact all of us for the rest of our lives.  I just wish we could somehow banish the black hole from our mist.  That we could learn to laugh and sing again.

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