Joppa
Joppa is the Ranch where I lived as a little girl. After my parents divorced Dad remarried living in the same house til about 8 years ago. The house is over a hundred years old and has been in the family ever since. Anyway, no one lives there now and it's not livable anymore because there is a problem with mold in the walls and raccoons also tore the shit out of the ceiling; some of the windows are busted. I'm not sure how many acres, but there is a large amount of land there. It's just incredibly beautiful and pure.
Dad and I took a trip out there a few days ago so he could put deer feed in the meters. (He still goes out there pretty often to hangout and hunt.) I hadn't been since they moved to town... it was like a trip down memory lane, almost sad in a way. Going back there now is like looking back at a time where things were right and we were too young to realize it. But even in the sense of not considering age, things were a lot better then than they are now. (Referring to my Step mother's mental health, and also things that have followed Ty, whom is now 12 years old.) Dad and I spent about two hours riding around and talking. It was so great, though I became so nostalgic. I really wish we could go back in time... I really, really do.... I loved that time and aspect of my life so very much. It is almost surreal now.
After visiting the ranch, we stopped to visit the nearby cemetery where Papaw is buried. I hadn't been to visit Papaw in, I'm thinking at least 8 or 9 years, and this year makes it ten years since he's passed. I was 13 at the time, and maybe because I was so much younger I don't cry as much. He was old and once he became sick it was more expected, as opposed to someone who is so young and healthy. Don't get me wrong, though, I am still sad over Papaw. I just don't think of it as much as I used to. Being at the cemetery was hard and I couldn't stand near for too long because I was fighting tears. I was fighting them so hard.
I wish I remembered more. I wish I knew more about Papaw and his life, even though I hear things and stories from the family. I just wish he were still here, or that I was young again.
Dad and I took a trip out there a few days ago so he could put deer feed in the meters. (He still goes out there pretty often to hangout and hunt.) I hadn't been since they moved to town... it was like a trip down memory lane, almost sad in a way. Going back there now is like looking back at a time where things were right and we were too young to realize it. But even in the sense of not considering age, things were a lot better then than they are now. (Referring to my Step mother's mental health, and also things that have followed Ty, whom is now 12 years old.) Dad and I spent about two hours riding around and talking. It was so great, though I became so nostalgic. I really wish we could go back in time... I really, really do.... I loved that time and aspect of my life so very much. It is almost surreal now.
After visiting the ranch, we stopped to visit the nearby cemetery where Papaw is buried. I hadn't been to visit Papaw in, I'm thinking at least 8 or 9 years, and this year makes it ten years since he's passed. I was 13 at the time, and maybe because I was so much younger I don't cry as much. He was old and once he became sick it was more expected, as opposed to someone who is so young and healthy. Don't get me wrong, though, I am still sad over Papaw. I just don't think of it as much as I used to. Being at the cemetery was hard and I couldn't stand near for too long because I was fighting tears. I was fighting them so hard.
I wish I remembered more. I wish I knew more about Papaw and his life, even though I hear things and stories from the family. I just wish he were still here, or that I was young again.