Living The Serene Life...with memories( In honor of Ms. Dorothy)

 I am on my front porch again.  It's a breezy, sunny, lackadaisical day here in my neighborhood.  David, Cat In The Hat and I went out earlier this morning.  There were some things I needed to get from Walmart. Oh, and I also had to get 3 5x8 glass panes for my garage door.  Let me explain; The last night of the Spain/White family BBQ this 4TH of July weekend was a killer.  There was me and Jr. and Alfred holding down the front porch with singing, shouting in the Spirit, and harmonizing our craft to a group of listeners held hostage. Meanwhile, in the African Room, (aka Movie Theater), was my brother, Vernon, and my baby sister, Cynthia with their spouses. Several other movie buffs from other parts of my home soon gravitated into the Theater. I eagerly joined them as they sat and relished about the vast Blu Ray collection I presented. (yes, I'm bragging),  They appeared to be having a good time.
In the back yard were primarily members of the White family; playing a game of badminton and eating and listening to music.
 In the garage was the Club Garage group. Club Garage is a concept that my second oldest brother, Alfred, had invented, and it was he and Victor's wife, Janice, who brought it into fruition in my garage that evening. We each have homes, and in our homes should be the solicitude, the happiness, the fun and the adventure which we seek everyday. Alfred has taught each of us to formulate a Club Garage and Alfred and Phyllis are always the key ingredient.
 That night in Club Garage, Vanessa White had mustered up a spades game. I had a table with a television and a Wii game with it in the background. Herbert Lance came up to me and presented me with a 50th anniversary multi-disk collection of STAX artist from the old days.  I plugged in my amp and microphone I put on the STAX CD in the boom box. At the first note of the music playing cards went up in the air and folks, (including the spades players), began clamoring for the microphone. That night we saw Tina Turner, O.C. Smith, Johnny Taylor, Stevie Wonder, and The Temptations; to name a few. It was an awesome night.  Earlier  I had tied a trash bag to the garage door track while the door was up.  This oversight resulted in a mishap which caused 4 glass panes in my garage door to break when I attempted to let the garage door down. What a night.
 My family decided that they would head back on the morning of the 4TH.  I had no contention towards that idea because it made perfect sense.  I always appreciated an extra day of rest before heading back to work.  Ms. Dorothy, in all of her Regal-ness, was driven up in front of my home by her granddaughter, Dorothea.   One by one my brothers came off the front porch to greet "Mommy"( as my brother, Junior, had so affectionately began to call her).   Jr. is one to give bear hugs.  Victor, one of the twins, told Jr. not to hug Ms Dorothy so tight because she was frail.  Ms. Dorothy told  Eddrenna that Jr. made her want to dance again. What a compliment.  All-in-all, it was a great visit; a good time to say good-bye.  We live, we love, and then we live again.
 Ms Dorothy suffered a stroke the next day.  I solicit the faithful prayers of the righteous.

Update: MS.Dorothy went home to be with the Lord on Sunday, March 5, 2012 at 6:15 P.M. She will be greatly missed by so many. 
 I Love you all.
 Dennis