You can't go home. It no longer exists.
So true, sad but true. For me to go home would require mom multitasking while raising 5 children, my grandpa drinking warm beer from his toolbox in the garage that he hid from grandma and my younger brother asking me to help him sight in his pellet gun.
They’re all gone now so instead of crying over that which I can never get back my sweetheart and I are giving our children a home and childhood that they’ll remember fondly and that they too will miss someday.
I think about the good old days often but then I only need to look around me at the real blessings in my life. I never want to forget that I’m still a part of the good old days.
