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You Can Go Home

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.

9 thoughts on “You Can Go Home

  1. First of all, I’m sorry to hear of your friends loss. Never easy.

    I’m finally stopping over, and I’m sorry it has taken me so long. I find this to be such an interesting post, I live in the community where I was raised. More more than 30 years I’ve lived here, left only for a couple of very brief interludes in the big city. It is home and it is where people know and where I know myself. It’s comfortable and wonderful and a place where I feel stress free. Really it’s odd isn’t it, how a place does that for us?

    1. Christine – Thanks for stopping by. I have those feelings in a place that is neither where I grew up nor where I currently live. How strange is that? I sent a friend a thank you for re-introducing me to Ithaca – a city about 40 miles from where I live. I use to spend summers there as a teen and forgot how much I loved it. I have re-found it and will eventually get closer to the city.

  2. Nicki, having just buried my grandpa a few months ago, I know how meaningful it is to see old friends at a funeral, offering support just by being there. It’s so generous that you were there to support your friend as she grieves for her mother.

    1. Eva – I am so sorry for your loss. I know how hard it is as it seems like we buried my father just yesterday, although it was over a year ago.

  3. Nicki,

    I am so sorry for your loss.

    I recently went home and know the feeling you are describing. It is something you feel as soon as you step off the plane. Familiarity often brings me comfort. As much as things may change in your hometown, there is always something that stays the same. For me, it is my childhood home, the university I attended, and the pond where my husband proposed.

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