I love that word…
It really has so many places in our life… ‘I’m HOME from a trip’, ‘… Home from work’, ‘Home is where the heart is’…

Anyway, where I’m going with this is that I WENT HOME this weekend for the first time in too long. Melbourne was HOME for so long, we moved away and it was someone else’s HOME and we visited. Then visiting became hard so I didn’t go, don’t go enough…

This weekend I WENT HOME.
It was wonderful, not long enough, actually, but I wanted to get back HOME to Gene… But I WAS HOME for a while and I’m glad I went.

I stopped on my way into town and took my mom a copy of my book, Sweet Surrender, It really was a beautiful day, the sun was out, warm but not hot, and a breeze whipped in from the Indian River (the missing piece to the picture was  the Sand Hill Cranes that I usually see when I visit, maybe they were hiding because they didn’t recognize me because I haven’t been there in so long.)

I stood in the quiet and ‘talked’ to my mom about the book and the one that I am working on, and I cried. I never imagined that leaving that book at the cemetery would make me feel like it did, but I missed her, and my dad, missed that they aren’t here to share all of this with me. It’s been 21 years since my dad passed and 5 1/2 since my mom, and I cried for them for the first time in a long time. I think about them all the time, but I cried….

I went to my aunt’s, my mom’s sister, and family came together and I was HOME again. We talked, shared, and laughed, and it felt good, but it made me realize that I need to go HOME more often. My brother was HOME from out of town to visit his children (17 years old – grown people – BEAUTIFUL GROWN PEOPLE!) and I felt HOME surround me again.

The kids go to the same school that I graduated from (and both brothers, cousins and a nephew…) and the performing arts group was doing a play. My niece was doing the sound and she was so proud that she wanted to share it. And I went HOME once more on my little trip back… I “saw” memories of my days at EGHS… The kids did an awesome job of Seussical The Musical and I am glad I went.

Sunday morning HOME was the boathouse on the river at my aunt and uncle’s HOME and the time was filled with more sharing and memories. Then I met a good FRIEND (and missed meeting a new one) for coffee and more HOME, memories, family… prayers…

And then I hot the road north to come HOME again and while I was very glad to be here, HOME with Gene is always my favorite place… I missed HOME… and I know that I will go back again sooner than my last visit…

I keep HOME close, and many of my friends and family have told me that in Sweet Surrender, they read bits and pieces of HOME and it makes me happy – HOME is part of my happy place…. So, I guess where I was going with all of this babble is that YOU CAN GO HOME…


Go home every once in a while….

Love, Barbara

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I'm Barbara and I read. I'm Barbara and I write! :) I'm still learning and I believe each word I read, and each that I write show that I am learning my craft.

2 thoughts on “Home….

  1. Jmac(Jennifer) says:

    Home is a nice place…Im glad mine is right here and I can visit it whenever I want. In my case, its my parents who make me always feel at home, So i need to tell them this more often!
    I love you my friend, JMac Jen

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