Going Home

I have been here with my sweet great grand baby for 11 days and will be leaving in 3 days to go home. I will miss the little guy so bad. He reminds
me of his grampa so much, it hurts. 2 years ago his grampa pushed him around the mall in his stroller knowing he would not see his grandson much longer. One month later he was gone.....I watched Jacoby running in the back yard and swinging on his swing and my heart ached. Why am I here and not my son? He should be here, not me ....

In 1957 when Terry was born, he was a lot like Jacoby, hair same color and built the same. Smarter than a whip and always figuring things out....
Holidays aren't the same as they were in the 50's.....I remember our silver tinsel christmas tree with the color wheel. Thanksgiving meant you went to your grandmas and inlaws and parents.....wow so much to eat.....but no one went out to eat.....who wanted to or even thought about going out, when you had home made noodles, turkey, stuffing and cranberry relish.......Home made pumpkin pies.....and all your cousins, aunts and uncles.....