Recently while sightseeing in the affluent green hills of
Brentwood, Tennessee, I was a little surprised when the tour guide spoke about
the amount of involvement the rich and famous had in the local community. While
many of them had high fences to maintain privacy, these celebrities’ children
attended the local public schools and could frequently be seen at school plays,
and even at the local Publix’s shopping for groceries. While I totally “get-it” that these are
simply real people, I found it quite fascinating. I also began imagining what
the interaction between these family members over Christmas dinner or simply life
after school would look and sound like behind the walls.
As soon as we returned home, we drove to be with family members
that had recently lost their patriarch. This
brother, father, husband and grandfather was a gentle giant and was truly loved
by so many. I listened as my husband, this sweet man’s children and grandchildren
spoke of their times together. The stories of the private moments they shared
laughing and enjoying each other seemed to paint a picture of his life I didn’t
know existed. It also seemed to be some of the best times for this sweet family. Now while this home was far from the green
hills of the affluent neighborhood in Tennessee, for some reason the stories my
husband’s family told resembled some of the same pictures I had imagined for
the life of the Rich and Famous.
How could this be? Could it truly be that the measure of one’s
wealth was not summed up by an
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