Wednesday, November 23, 2011


There is something about coming home.  To the home you grew up in.  It's true you can never go back.  It's just not quite the same as when you were younger.  But still it's home.  It holds so many memories, good and bad of growing up.

Yet, it's comfortable and safe and warm.  It's an old sweater that has seen better days, but it feels good.

That's what it is, safety and comfort.  A place of refuge from the rest of the world, and going home to the place you grew up even moreso.

And soon, family and friends will gather for a day of Food, Fun, and Thanks.  We will laugh, argue, annoy, perhaps cry, and laugh more.  In the end, it will be all good.

Then it will be over.  Too soon.. And we will disperse and go back to our own homes.  The places we live, the places we call home. 

But still there is but one Home.

And it's good to be here.


  1. I envy you that sir... My 'home' is gone, along with both parents and most aunts and uncles... Happy Thanksgiving!

  2. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

  3. I'm heading "home" as well...I'm sure I'll hear about how their "favorite and better son" entertained them than I will .

    Enjoy yours!

  4. Thanks all. I hope you enjoy family and friends over the holiday.

    Yes, Andrew, I'm still the favorite and if I buy something down there on Lake of Egypt, then I'll be down there several times a year. They might even pick up another grandson. Enjoy your time down there and tell Leigh Ann's parents I said "Hi".

  5. I'm glad you made it safely. See you all soon.