Real Life Meets Fiction

  Last week we lost my husband’s aunt.  She was an amazing woman who lived her life her way doing her thing.  Intelligent, independent, tough as nails lady who stood maybe a little over five feet tall in her stocking feet and maybe weighed all of 85 pounds.  She was the last connection to my husband’s past because she was the last of my husband’s father’s siblings.  What goes with her is a lot of the family history leaving my husband with a vast store of knowledge that I hope he will put to paper soon.  While attending this amazing lady’s funeral I had something happen that even my husband found a little strange and a bit creepy, I guess.  For those of you who have read ‘Blood Lines The Curse,’ you’ll understand shortly.
  This extremely lovely older lady walked up to him and asked him if he was Louis Matthews Jr.  Of course he is, and with only a few sentences exchanged between them he called me over to meet her.  As I have said before, a lot of the stories Buddy has told me over the years helped inspire ‘The Blood Lines Series’ and all these stories are near and dear to me.  This lady however was special.  There was a couple of people that anytime Buddy talked about them reached out and grabbed my heart in a way I can never explain.  There were things that he never could answer about these two individuals so no matter how many times I asked there was a limit to what he knew.
  That’s where this lovely woman turns the funeral into something I never expected and left me in tears.  This special lady was a descendant of the family these two people came from.  She handed me a piece of paper and written on it on was not only her linage but also the linage of the two people I’m talking about.  You see they were her relatives.  She told me she didn’t know why she felt she had to do this or why she had to come to the viewing, but she knew she did.
  So just like Emma met Sue in the church in my book ‘Blood Lines The Curse,’ who helped Emma learn a little of her past through the life of this woman I met this lovely lady in this chapel Saturday who gave me some of the answers I had been looking for.  Yes, I cried, I have tears rolling down my cheeks now.  Like Emma in my book I was given a gift that goes so far beyond anything you can imagine.
  I told this lovely lady I would be writing this, but I would respect her privacy and the privacy of her family so there will be no names given here.  I can only tell you that I will cherish that piece of paper she handed to me and know that in writing that book I did the right thing.
  So, to this lovely lady, thank you, and God bless you for what you did.