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.

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