I went home this past week, just for a day. As I walked into The Smoke Shop to say hi to my cousin, he was wondering, as is often the case, what I was doing in town. You would think I live quite a ways away but I am less than 20 miles from where I grew up. As I jokingly said, I only come down for two things it seems – beer with friends or a funeral. I was in town on Thursday for the latter.
My childhood friend Nancy eulogized and buried her mother on Thursday. Mrs. White was a force to be reckoned with as I was growing up. While my mother nor my father did not want to be a single parent and allowed my paternal grandparents to raise my sister and I, Nancy’s mom was a single mom when that term was not really a term yet. Single parents were not common in the small towns of the United States during the late 60’s and early 70’s as we grew up.
I met Nancy’s husband and daughter for the first time Thursday. I saw three other friends I graduated from high school with also. We talked and hung out for a bit after the burial. I, though, opted to not go out to the cemetery. I decided a quick stop in on family was more in order. I also took that time to take some photos of parts of town. Those photos I share with you below.
Just realize that you can go home if you want to go home. The people there, those who saw your values as you grew up, will always welcome you with open arms.