Remembered!

I remember. From sitting on the arm of Grandma Murphy's big blue chair and listening to the story of Beowulf to the long summer days spent at the Tennessee River...I remember. From hearing tales of my ancestors to the shenanigans of brothers and cousins gone wild...I remember. Anyone who ever crossed paths with John T. Murphy remembers him. He never met a stranger. He was a big hearted man who left giant prints on this old Earth. I was blessed to have him be my Uncle John. I know he stands at the river's edge waiting...