Thanksgiving 2017

This morning the alarm on my phone came to life at its normal 6AM.  My first thought was “oh no, I could have slept in.”  My second thought was “it’s Thanksgiving….. I am thankful!”

As I lay in bed a million thoughts began to flow through my head, thoughts of Thanksgiving and gratitude.

Today as I gather with my family, I am truly thankful.

First and foremost, I am thankful that the Lord let my eyes open with that alarm, that I am given another day on this earth.

I am thankful for the 11 lbs of fur resting on my hip, for the almost 10 years that she has been in my life and that every day of those 10 years she still runs to me when I walk in the door, tail wagging and happy to see me.

I am thankful for the creaks and cracks of age in my bones when my feet hit the floor.  A sign of a life well lived and appreciated.

I am thankful that as I grow older I have an appreciation for blessings large and small.

I am thankful for a tight-knit family.  A family that is boisterous, doesn’t take life too seriously, but forms the backbone of my existence and comes together in good times and bad to support and love one another.

I am thankful for a community that supports our elderly and our next generations.

I am thankful to live in a community that understands the importance of standing for the National Anthem, a community where cars pull to the side of the road when a funeral passes and “how’s your mama” is as common a phrase as “may I help you?”

I am thankful for my little cabin in the woods that gives me refuge from the world.  A place where I can diddle and doddle around, make my own, and I am especially thankful for my screened in back porch, where I can watch sunsets through the trees or just sit and enjoy the peace of life.

I am thankful for my brother and sister-in-law.  I am thankful that they allow me the privilege of “parenting” their children and being a secondary grandparent to their beloved Hadley.

I am thankful for my niece and nephew.  I am thankful that they come to me just to talk or for advice and I am thankful that they return the favor when I go to them for the same.

I am OH SO THANKFUL for a two-year old that swells my heart just by running into a room.  I am thankful for her smile, her huge hugs and those sloppy kisses planted firmly on my lips. I am thankful when she tells me she loves me and I am thankful that she has wrapped me so tightly around her little finger.

I am thankful that my niece has a guy in her life who loves her daughter as his own.

I am thankful for my store, for the customers we have and for the opportunities it allows us to be a part of our community.

I am thankful for my team who works so hard to provide quality service and product for our customers and I am thankful that they all have “sick” personalities that enjoy a good joke, can rib me as hard as I rib them and make my days brighter just by being around.

I am thankful for long time friends, from various parts of the world, that I can pick up where we left off the last time we spoke.

I am thankful for my cousin that I haven’t seen in 30 years, who I “speak” with on a daily basis, a cousin who enjoys a  well placed emoji or GIF as much as I do.

I am thankful for the generation of family members who were raised with me, who have grown with me and who now share friendship and family connections and stories.

I am especially thankful for my cousin who is as much of a brother to Sam and I as anyone could be.  I am thankful that he is in our lives and we are able to do life together.

I am thankful for friends who on the surface don’t make sense, but are part of my life and just stop by the store or text to see what’s going on.

I am thankful that I have been able to reconnect with old friends and make new ones since moving back to God’s Country.

I am thankful for those who understand and honor the phrase “judgement has no place here.”

I am thankful to live in a country that doesn’t always honor our fore-fathers, but when it means the most comes together for the greater good.

I am thankful to have the opportunity to gather together with family and friends, I am thankful to be able to do life with these people and I am thankful for the blessings I encounter every day.

I am thankful for more than I could ever express on the screen of this laptop.

I am thankful….. and I am blessed!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone, may your blessings be bountiful!


Life’s Playlist…. Kind and Generous by Natalie Merchant

Thanksgiving is a time to show gratitude for the blessings we have, but isn’t it also a time to expand on our kindness and generosity?

Just imagine all the blessings we would have if there was more kindness in the world.

We complain about the shortcomings of the world, imagine the mountains that could be climbed with generosity.

As I give thanks this season,  I also remember those who have given so much to me with their attributes of kindness and generosity, it makes me strive to be a better person.

Life’s Playlist….. Every Day by Rascal Flatts

Thanksgiving reminds us of the unsung heroes, people who step up in big and small ways to save us.

Strangers, family, friends, first responders, the people who innately are there when we need as shoulder.

It’s a good time to say thank-you for these people who save our lives… Every Day!

Three Years……

I still find it hard to believe that my daddy has been gone three years…. three years today.  He lived a full life and I thank God for the example he provided me and all those who knew him.

I miss him every day, but know he is in a place of eternal joy.

In many ways it seems like just yesterday since he left us, in others it seems like a lifetime.  It is good to know he still sits firmly in my heart each step of the way.

This is one of my favorite photos of the two of us, it was taken at my nephew Zach’s High School graduation and he still has that twinkle in his eye.

The words below are the ones I spoke at his funeral, they are as true today as they were then.



Ray Rumsey

Many of you knew him as Coach or Papa Ray.

Those who have known him since childhood knew him as Ray.

For his family.  He was known as Uncle Ray and to a lucky pair as Gaggy.

For me he was always daddy.

On behalf of my family, I want to thank you all for coming today as we honor Coach, Papa Ray, Uncle Ray, Ray, Gaggy and Daddy at this home going celebration.

If I am honest, I have to admit that as a child I was jealous of many of you.  Those he coached and taught were always part of our home life.

If I am honest, I must admit often times I didn’t like it.  I didn’t like sharing my daddy with all of you.

But as I grew older, I realized some people just had more love to give and he was one of those people.

He had enough love to give us all and I eventually realized I was the fortunate one.

I remember the day our relationship changed; from loving each other to making sure we knew we loved each other.

I always knew he loved me, but as much as we know it, sometimes a simple gesture solidifies those feelings.

After I left home and went to college I called home one day.  To be honest, I called home MOST days, but this particular day was different.

Long before cellphones, I would call home and mama and daddy both had a phone beside their chairs.  Mama and I did most of the talking and then at the end daddy would always ask me “how’s your little car?”  My response was the same every time, fine.

Then mama would say we love you and they would hang up the phone.

One day I called home and daddy answered.  I asked where mama was and he told me she was not home, so for a couple of minutes we tried to carry on a conversation until he asked the question he always asked, “how’s your little car?”  Fine.

Then everything changed……, “alright buddy, your daddy loves you.”  and from that moment on, I never hung up on a call, walked out of a room or left the house without hearing my daddy say those words, “alright buddy, your daddy loves you.”

It also changed for me; I never left his presence without saying it back.  I love you too daddy.

Years later, mama sent me an article she had clipped from Reader’s Digest.  It was about how fathers and sons express their love for one another.  One of the examples cited was when a father asks his son about his car.  Little did I know, but my father had been telling me he loved me all those years, it just took Reader’s Digest to point it out to me.

My daddy had an amazing life.  A couple of weeks ago he told Sam and me he wouldn’t change a thing.  I believe him.

As a teacher he taught more than a text book ever could.  Daddy would hold court with his students. American Government was the subject, but life was the lesson.

I remember the very first test I took in my daddy’s class.  We used those scantron forms that you would fill in the bubble for a true / false question.

The tests were designed to run through a machine to electronically grade, but for some reason daddy would pass out the scantrons and we would go question by question through the test.

The very first question of the very first test in my father’s American Government class was…..  In the United States court system a defendant is guilty until proven innocent.

Daddy went into one of his animated dialogues about of course this is false as anyone knows that a defendant is innocent until proven guilty.  And then he said it…..  did anyone miss this question?

Lane Pritchett, my nemesis since elementary school raised his hand and without skipping a beat said “your son.”

My heart sank and I got one of those looks that you didn’t want to get from my daddy.

Just a look that will shut it down, no words necessary.  I felt about 2 inches tall.

That night when we got home, daddy called me downstairs.  All he said was, don’t rush through everything, slow down and understand what you are being asked, it’s not about finishing first, it’s about doing your best.

End of discussion…. Life lesson learned.

As a coach, my daddy taught his teams not to leave a team member without backup.  Every good teammate watches over those on the field with them and makes sure to cover for the opposition.

A couple of years ago, daddy got really sick.  We almost lost him.

He was in North east Georgia Medical Center and several times we didn’t think he would make it out.  When he turned the corner and started to make a recovery, we needed to move him to a rehab center to continue his progress.

Unfortunately insurance reared its head and we were being pushed into directions we didn’t want to go and we didn’t feel were best for daddy’s ultimate recovery.  The doctor’s agreed with us, but as often is the case big insurance decided they knew better.

Well, they thought they knew better until they met the team of Ray Rumsey.

Sam turned me loose on Facebook to fight and with your help we fought hard.  We let my daddy’s story get out onto the internet and you helped push it.

Someone even got us the phone number for the President of daddy’s insurance company and from what I understand he had many, many….. many messages left on his line.

We fought and in the long run, we won.  Together we all covered our teammate, we held off the opposition and daddy got the care he deserved.

I have never publically been able to tell you all thank you for what you did to help daddy and our family through that time, but your loyalty, friendship and love carried us, just as it has through this final journey.

The people of Rabun County, both living here and around the world, have carried the Rumsey family on many occasions.  You have made sure to block for us when it was needed, to cover our backs and provide defense.

Lessons my father the coach taught, a life lesson learned.

Two weeks ago as we sat in North East Georgia once again, we knew that we were moving towards the end.

One afternoon my cousins Puddin and Jeremy, our friend Andrew, Sam, Donna, Chelsea, Zack and myself were all in the room and daddy was sitting up holding court.

He told us stories we had never heard before.  Stories of his time as a kid running the streets of Toccoa.

He talked about being a boxer and about his friends growing up.

At one point, with us all hanging on every word, he stopped.  He looked around the room and smiled.

“This is all you need, look at the love” he said.  Nothing is as important as love and this is all I need.

I think my father epitomized a life of love every day.

From every Coach loves you, ……boy you are ugly, ……have a good day, …….give Ray some sugar and your daddy loves you, my father has epitomized love his entire life.  A life lesson we can all carry with us.

A life of love, a life of coaching a life of teaching… a life of lessons all led to a great life.

There were many great days in my father’s life.  The day he met a young girl sitting on the wall at the old Toccoa High School who would one day become his wife.

The day his first and second sons were born and that special blessing, on his birthday, when the perfect child a baby boy named Ken was born.

The day he led a weaker, smaller team to victory over his alma mater.

The nights on the sidelines and the Saturdays in Sanford Stadium cheering for his beloved Wildcats and Bulldogs.

One day, Sam brought a girl home, Donna, that was a good day, a day he would always look back on as one of the most important for our family.

The day Chelsea Leigh Rumsey was born, his first grandchild and a girl who wrapped him around her finger with her first breath that was a great day.  And the day Zachary Bo Thomas Rumsey came on the scene his joy was complete.

All these days were good days, travels across the country in an RV.  Finding any and every opportunity he could to embarrass his sons, all good days.

Daddy had a life filled with good days and he shared them with each of us.

Recently my Pastor was preaching a series entitled “This I Believe.”  Over six weeks we discussed the Holy Trinity, Baptism, the Virgin Birth and others.

The final week’s lesson was “This I Believe…. Heaven.”  I knew this was an important sermon for me to hear.

My Pastor talked about heaven and how we would reunite with those we have loved through the course of our lives.  But what hit me most during the sermon was how he wrapped it up.

My Pastor said.  If you know Jesus, the day you die will be the best day of your life.

Through all the football games, and trips and embarrassing stories, the births, the falling in love and celebrations, my daddy had not even come close to the best day of his life.

My father, because he knows Jesus, just enjoyed his greatest day, one that will live on into eternity, the day he went home to meet the Lord.

In my mind daddy’s entry into heaven was like one of those flash mobs you see on YouTube, a big welcome home party.  I envision my daddy walking into heaven and being met by the Lord with Chris Mance as his tour guide.

Mance is there to welcome him on behalf of all those he loved.

As he walks along the streets of everlasting life, he sees friends new and old.  From his childhood and adult life.

Cucumber Hendricks, Ricky Crumley, Claudia and more are all there to welcome him.  Newt, Gracie, Family, both distant and close, his brothers Lloyd and Roy,  and their families, Granny Rumsey and Ben, they are all there to welcome daddy home.

And then the ultimate reward.  I envision my daddy reunited with our brother Tom and my mama, the very best day of his life.

He was a teacher, a coach, a lover of life and for me, he was my daddy and I look forward to the day, my best day, when I hear him say, “welcome home son, your daddy loves you.”

Life’s Playlist….. The Climb by Miley Cyrus

Tonight the Rabun County Wildcats play for the elusive perfect regular season….. 10 wins 0 losses.

I’ll be there cheering on these fine young people as they move towards their goal together.

Last week they wrapped up their 4th straight region championship and in the coming weeks will enter the State Playoffs.  As I said before, they are already champions on and off the field!