Friday, May 5, 2017
I have sweet memories of times spent with the McKinzie family many years ago. Mack was in his glory, watching his family and those he loved, talk, tease and laugh sharing stories from the past. I was the newcomer but graciously welcomed in like family, the McKinzie way. Having come from a small family of my own, the exuberance and whirlwind of laughter and chaos were delightful but a bit overwhelming. At one point I retreated to a quiet place in the house ...not certain how I found one ....but Mack found me there. He seemed to know what I was feeling. He asked about my family, told me a bit about his early life, said he understood how I might be overwhelmed by his energetic clan. He loved his family fiercely, driven by early childhood loss similar to my own parents, stories he listened to quietly and with understanding. In his quiet way, he made me feel welcome, at ease in the melodrama of his family's life...like he was. I was deeply touched by his empathy, compassion and kindness; it's what I remember most.
Rest in sweet peace Mack McKinzie. One day I'll see you on the other side. I'll look forward to another chat in a quiet, peaceful corner where we can once again share quiet confidences, smile, laugh and look down upon our families and all they've become since that long ago time in Laurel, Mississippi.
Namaste
Alicia
