In 1953, my uncle, Teddy Ray Lewis an 8 year old was on his way to the store for a loaf of bread. While riding his bicycle to the store a young man under the influence of alcohol ran over and killed Teddy Ray. The drunk driver was leaving a liquor store. One day while I was talking to my Granny, she pulled out boxes of memories. These boxes were kept in a deep, dark place in her heart and in a deep, dark place in the closet. The box from her heart shared the story of Teddy’s death and the box from her closet contained Teddy’s blood-stained clothes that still held the money for the bread, floral cards from the funeral, and various snapshots and memorabilia.
These thoughts rushed into my head as I considered how nice it would be to buy a loaf of bread at a local convenience store if Goree is voted wet. Then I thought, it's no
t worth the cost. On November 8th 2005, we as Goree citizens exercised our right to vote. It passed. Even though, I have bought milk and bread at Goree's Lake Creek Beverage Store it wasn't without remembering the uncle I never knew. The highway where he was ranover.
2 comments:
That is so sad. I can't imagine EVER loosing a child but to have been the one sending them to the store... I know your grandmother has lots of pain on that one. I have an eight year old daughter and you've inspired me to go kiss my kiddos because you never know how long you have.
Wow, what a touching story. I know your Grandmothers heart was broken. I have a cousin at 12 was going to the store on a skateboard and was hit by a car, and killed as well. I know what that did to his family so I know the grief and loss for you as well.
I pray I never have to experience that kind of a loss.
Be Blessed
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