It’s one of those cases where so much has happened over the past week I find it hard to focus on any one thing about which to write. Here’s the first in a series of happenings…
I got a phone call Wednesday evening. My Uncle Grady Oliver had finally lost his battle with cancer. I left work early Thursday to make it to the visitation since I wouldn’t be able to attend the funeral. I made better time than I had thought, so I was able to stop a couple of places for photographs. I stopped at the old Cokesbury College just north of Greenwood…
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…took a couple of shots in Hodges…
…then took some pictures in Abbeville itself.
Uncle Grady was my mother’s sister’s husband. He was the town doctor in Abbeville, and as a kind, soft-spoken man, he was loved by all in the community. That was evident at the family visitation. At the funeral home, I waited in the line for just under an hour to pay my respects. While it was good to see relatives, I always wonder why we wait until stress-filled times such as these to get together.
The drive back took me through the tiny towns of Due West, Donalds, Honea Path, and Belton. Most of these were two-lane roads with slow traffic. It was much later than I had planned when I finally got home.