It was nice, actually...
Finally. I went to my old hometown and visited mother's gravesite on January 3. I'm so v. glad I did. In an attempt to prevent myself from laying in the dirt and crying, I took with me my friends Maree and Maria. We made a day trip of it. First we had lunch, then we drove around town and I pointed out various places of interest: the house I grew up in, the schools. Then we met my sister Ginger for lunch. Afterward we drove to the cemetery. It created a hollow place in my chest to be there, but at the same time it was healing. It was such a beautifully warm day so we took our time and walked around the area reading head stones and discussing those people that I had known. *sigh* Time moves on, no? We've decided we're going to take one Saturday a month and go on a day-trip adventure. Maria wants to go to Glen Rose and see the dinosaur track place.
I'm ashamed to say my family is playing hooky from Sunday school yet again. I do plan on going to 'big' church at 11:00.
Any of you guys ever heard of Gaston Willig?
www.myspace.com/gastonmusic
I met him the other day and he's sweet. And very pretty. In an OMG SO BEAUTIFUL way.
I'm ashamed to say my family is playing hooky from Sunday school yet again. I do plan on going to 'big' church at 11:00.
Any of you guys ever heard of Gaston Willig?
www.myspace.com/gastonmusic
I met him the other day and he's sweet. And very pretty. In an OMG SO BEAUTIFUL way.