You Can Always Go Home
I went home for a few days right before Christmas to attend my grandmother’s funeral. It was a very sad time and a quite stressful day setting up all the flowers and pictures, then standing in a line to shake the hands of 100+ people.
I felt like I was saying the same thing over and over again, “Hi…Thank you for coming…Nice to see you…bla bla bla.”
I was glad to wrap it all up after five straight hours of smiling, sighing, crying and reciting a poem I had written for my grammy. A lot of people did not even recognize me. My hair used to be long, but now I rock the short cut. It was kind of nice for everyone to say how different I looked.
After everything was picked up, cleaned up and put away, I enjoyed sitting in the living room with my entire family watching TV with the snow fluries outside. I do love being home. Despite coming home for such a sad thing, it was a much needed escape from my daily routine in California. I love being around my Momma and my Daddy…they always find a way to make me laugh, whether they mean to or not.
