I just ran across these two pictures taken hastily this summer when Mama Lucas was here for supper one day. It was raining for a bit that evening--just when Mama and Daddy Lucas wanted to leave to go home.
Sam put up an umbrella while I was helping Mama down the front porch steps, and she took his arm. (You can see just a little of her in front of the blur of me!)
Because I didn't know what the future held. And to me, there is nothing as kind or great as a young man sheltering his grandmother under his umbrella.
It was not a heroic deed, just an ordinary courtesy, but one that left Sam's mother wanting to keep that picture etched in her memory.
And here it is-- two weeks to the day after Sam's grandmother's funeral.
Just a little picture of the sheltering Heavenly Umbrella that Mama Lucas came under when she left this world for Home and took the arm of God.
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