Georgia is my home.
Georgia is in my heart.
Born there,raised there it’s home.
Every time I hear Ray Charles’s version of Georgia on my mind it tugs a bit at my heart.
When I die maybe if my wishes are carried out I will be cremated and scattered around a few of my favorite places in Georgia.
Some over on the coast of Georgia where the Atlantic Ocean is.
Up in the mountains on a beautiful fall day when the leaves are busting with color an ash or two.
A bit under a grove of tall green Pine trees where I can hear the singing of wind blowing through them on a warm summers day.
Sprinkle some over Atlanta because I always liked the big town.
East Newnan leave a few also.Lots of memories there.
Down around LaGrange where home was for so long.
What ashes that are left take to the top of Stone Mountain leave a bit there so I will have a good view of the eastern sky where I will be waiting for the return of Jesus.
