I often get stopped when I’m out and about in West Baton Rouge Parish and speak to people who are loyal readers of the Journal.
I’m always appreciative to know that there are, actually, loyal readers of the paper. It makes me feel like what I do daily is worth it.
But a question I have gotten a lot lately is people wondering if I’m still at the newspaper in the same capacity – if I’m still the editor. To which I assure them that I am.
The reason, I understand, is because I have not been very consistent in my editorials. They are few and far between. Well, to all two of you who actually look for and look forward to my editorials I say that I apologize.
Life tends to begin moving faster than I can think many times, and I find myself hurried and not able to put my thoughts on a page. Especially as of late, with political races and stories that come in late – I, many times, find myself late for my own deadline.
But I will do my best to keep you all abreast of my thoughts, and my life – as you seem to have an interest for some reason or other.
My latest group of thoughts have been drifting toward my grandfather, who recently passed away.
He lived in Indianapolis, Indiana and I was unable to attend the funeral due to my many obligations around the area – not just with work, but with church and a photography business on the side.
I went home to Gulfport, Mississippi for Thanksgiving and spent time with my family (much needed mama’s cooking and resting time), and talked to my parents, who went to the funeral. My father even brought back many artifacts and photos of my grandfather, his biological father.
I saw photos I had never seen of a young Richard Bell (my grandfather’s name), who looked amazingly like a mix between my father and a young Sam Cooke.
I found out that my grandfather played football at Dillard University in New Orleans in the ‘50s – something I never knew.
And though my father didn’t even meet his biological father until he was in college in Chicago, in his early 20s, I knew him as my grandfather since I was born; yet I knew hardly anything about his life – a life that seems pretty interesting.
So my point in all of this – don’t wait until after someone is gone to find out about them. Cherish the moments you have with loved one and treat each day as if it were your last.
All clichés that we hear often, but all very good points of wisdom.
To the younger readers, talk to those whom you consider elderly – find out about their lives. They have an immense amount of wisdom that they want to impart into others, many times. Don’t be timid about finding out about your past.
As it is said, many times we can’t establish who we want to be and where we are going until we have found where we came from and who we once were.