Through The Tulips Words of 'Wiz'dom

I didn’t realize until I logged in here that I haven’t written here in five days.   I thought it had only been two or so, but as life flies by at warp speed I guess days seem to pass and I’m not quite sure where they went. 

I’m on the countdown until we head home for the holidays and I have to say with each passing day, I find myself getting more and more excited.    I also realized today that this visit won’t come without it’s moments of heartache, as I was thinking today about Carol and it hit me that I wouldn’t see her.   For a brief moment, I thought that I was stuck in a dream that she’s no longer here, and when I realized that pinching myself couldn’t make me any more awake than I already was- I went into a panic for a moment.  I found myself wanting to scream and cry- but I knew that while they may not go unheard- it wouldn’t change a thing.   It makes me heart heavy knowing that when I see her grave that the part of me that sometimes believes her death was all a bad dream will be no more.  

Even with that being said-  I still can’t wait to be ‘home’.   I’m blessed enough to have two places to call home- but no matter what location on the map I may call home- my heart will always be in the Deep South.    There truly is ‘no place like home.’-  wherever that may be.