I was born in Houston, Texas, but we left when I was about eight or nine and I have only been back five times. The first two times were sad occasions. My brother and my grandmother passed away and I went back for their services.
The third time was for a family reunion. Most of my dad’s family still live in Houston, Brian, and Dallas. So you can imagine, it was a huge family gathering. There was so much food, you couldn’t get to all of it, unless you took only a teaspoon full of everything. The barbeque and fish was the best ever, not to mention the chicken, potato salads, green beans and greens and so many other dishes, I would be all morning putting it on paper.
It was a fantastic reunion. I met family members I had not met before and those I hadn’t seen in years. Family reunions are great and I highly recommend every family have one.
Since then I have been back twice to visit my aunt. I think she is a great lady and I love her, but I still feel strange calling her aunt when she is three years younger than me. She has lived all her life in Houston and wouldn’t dream of living anywhere else.
I love having been born in Texas and I have often thought of moving back there. The trouble is, every time I get those thoughts in my head, I hear a weather report of some disaster and I decide I should stay where I am. Still, she keeps pulling me, as if she were telling me, it is time to return home. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll listen and pack up despite the weather reports. Then it will be "Houston, here I come!"
Before moving on, I just received some good news! A friend of mine has been going through chemo and radiation treatments for breast cancer. She got word she is cancer free!!! A great big shout for her and everyone who has had to go through this horrific event in their lives and survived to have another chance at life.
Until tomorrow, take care. lw
p.s. Tomorrow’s challenge is share “The Top 10 Fun Facts About Me.”