This Easter weekend I want to be home. Problem is, which one? After 46 years of life and a good many of them with a dad in the air force, (I’ve moved 35 times in 46 years) even the definition of “home” to me is skewed. These days with family all over the map, it’s really an emotional undertaking to decide where I should go. I know I’m not the only one with this issue. But I’m truly aching to be in three places with different levels of family. And that’s agonizing.
Home is where the heart is.
My mom always used to say that when we were growing up. So tonight, I write that home is in three places. If you count the Taylor’s house in Huntsville, AL, where I’ve been the past few weeks, there’s a fourth.
I wanted to drive back to Dallas this weekend to be with my kids. But there was said to be a meeting planned for tomorrow; one that has been moved to next Saturday. That killed the option of driving home 10 hours to Dallas. The longer I’ve been away the fewer text messages and phone calls I’m getting from my girls. Of course, I’m literally working all day long and into the nights, too, so it’s a challenge to have a long conversation anyways.
Dad and I talked last night and Grandma Claxton has had a rough week at 86. I got a good conversation in with her tonight, so I feel better about how she’s doing. But there aren’t many more Easters left with her in them. She talked about an outfit she’s worn on Easter Sundays the past few years. She said she told Dad it wouldn’t look good on her unless she was wearing high heals and she’s had problems walking of late.
And then there is the road south to Montgomery. I’ve not been in Montgomery for Easter Sunday in a decade. Literally. And it was always my house that everyone gathered at because I so enjoyed cooking for everyone. All I would tell anyone to bring was “A smile.”
It’s three hours to Montgomery, about 8 hours to Northern Indiana, and it’s about 11 hours to Dallas.
So at this writing, I’m opting for Montgomery, and keeping an eye to the west and the other in the rear view mirror to the north. The meal is at mom’s. Y’all come.
And damn, the Taylors are having steaks.