Some were tall, others short. Some skinny, others chubby. Many freckled and blue-eyed. But we were all family. It was the Williams’ reunion, and I loved it. I was related to all these nice people I’d never met before. They were courteous, giving, Godly — and good cooks!
As an only child who moved from school to school, I always felt like an outsider. But this day, I belonged. I was part of the club!
People here knew the grandfather I never met when he was a young, handsome war hero. People here were taught in school by my grandmother. They liked me not because I was the speaker, the writer, the boss or the journalist, but because I was family. In fact, they didn’t even seem to care what I did … only about whose I was.
Heaven will be like the biggest and best family reunion ever. We will be members of the only club that counts. We won’t feel like lonely outsiders; we will belong. We will love and be loved. We will be important not because of our job titles, accomplishments or who we married … we will be important because of whose we are.
Lorri Allen is the news director at KYTX CBS19.