Sometimes You Need To Go Home

Home is not always a house, but a person.

My childhood homes have been sold, so home to me

 is where I find my Grandpa.

 

The joy I have watching my kids play with him

could never be explained in words.

 At times like this when the world just feels

a little to big for me, I go home.

He always has a way of making it all better.

He has wiped many of tears away from my eyes.

From school age broken hearts, to the passing of his wife

and my Grandma and the passing of  my Dad.

I still remember him holding me at my Dads funeral

and saying "Little bit, it is going to be ok."

For some reason I could believe him.

He  has always had time to listen to me,

or just let me sit next to him a never

say a word, but he has

 always known what to say to me.

He drove over 1000 miles to help

 me move into the 1st house

we bought and kept me fed

because I was pregnant at that time

and Mr. PC was away.

 

 Seeing him with my kids

just takes my breath away.

 It was a great day.

Ms. Ann made an amazing lunch and

then we played.

 I wish we had this much wide open land

for the kids to play in.

 The kids took a ride on Grandpa's new toy.

 We played with chalk, bubbles and did

 a little hula hooping.

 This little Diva has some crazy skills.

 This old man is still very young at heart.

 

 Ms. Ann was not going to be out done and showed off

her skills.

 He looks so different in a hat,

 but wanted to be like Grandpa.

 We ended the day with another ride.

The kids had a blast and Grandpa and Ms. Ann

may need a few days to recoup.

I was able to find a little inner peace

and when it was time to say goodbye

the world just did not seem all that big anymore.