The view from my rear view mirror....
is a view that touches my heart deeply...
I don't have time to post pictures...but I will once my travels have ended...
For me...the place you call home..is a place that holds the happiest of time's
and the most painful of times...
Because that is what life is....and the place that holds both..is your home town!
for me Montana is my home town...the place I met my husband and
raised our family...
there is another place that holds the same feeling's for me
My childhood home town...
I saw my Mom's and my Opa's gravestone in person for the first time.
I planted flowers and bought some thing's
to make it look pretty...
this is a place I will always always come back to...
a place my soul fly's free and my heart sing's...
despite the painful times...
simply because it's
the home to a good part
of my life's memories..
My home town....
of my life's memories..
My home town....
Oh my sweet friend,Peggy Sue,
ReplyDeleteLooking in the rear view mirror...what a perfect title for this post.Oh my goodness. You
saw your Mom's and Opa's gravestones for the first time. My heart just stopped with that sentence. No wonder your heart is touched so deeply. I wonder if there was a pull to stay. A final resting place. At long last...rest. It is so like you with your loving heart to bring things to make it look pretty. May the Lord gift you with so much peace about that visit and I know the time will come when you may return.
Sending you hugs and loves and prayers, sweet friend. Always prayers.
Your friend Linda