Me!! I say you can never go home again!
I have lived here 4 years now. Each year since I have been here my daughter has gone with me the Friday before Memorial Day to put flowers on my husband’s grave. It is not my home anymore. My house has changed, there are very few signs of growth in this little town of less than 5,000. My old friends are still there but each year when I see them I can see that they have aged in the past year. I have aged too, a lot. The fact that I am a survivor still seems unreal to me.
We ran into an old friend when we first got to town when we stopped at Hardee’s for a potty break. There selling poppies was an old friend that I hadn’t seen for at least 10 years or so. My daughter and I each purchased a poppy and I got caught up with DeLoris and the friends we had in common. After we left I remarked to my daughter how old my friend looked and I asked her do I look that old? My daughter, ever the diplomat, said ‘I think you look about the same mom.’ Not the right thing to say to your mom! Right??
My poppy. Thank you to all of our veterans!
After visiting with some old friends and hugs and declarations of love and friendship we headed for the cemetery .
Then I told my old home goodbye till I visit next year, the good Lord willing and the creeks don’t rise.
Stay safe on this holiday weekend. Do not not drink and drive or text and drive which is just as deadly! Be happy!!