There's No Place Like Home

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This old gal…

Is not a crier…not at weddings…or funerals…or when in pain…

Had to go to the Burg the other day…driving in…things felt foreign…funny how quickly that happens…this old gal…felt like an outsider…a visitor…this was someone else’s town…

But all that changed…when walking into the Pizza Haus…that brother of mine leaning on the counter…his hollered…MARRRE-EEEE…his arm raised in salute…

Him joining his sister for lunch…eating chocolate chip cookies and a half glass of milk…the banter always the same…you won’t believe this…did you hear this…what are your thoughts on this…

It’s natural…easy…like we’re cut from the same cloth…like one of those paper dolls…cut from one folded piece of paper…still attached by a joined hand…

This old gal…felt fulfilled on the drive home…full of pizza…full of brother time…but then the pang hit…the tears came…this…this is one thing…that’s missed…

Forty years of dropping in on that old guy…knowing he’d be there…the comfort of familiarity…family feeling like home…

But then…not far off…that husband of mine was waiting…with a greeting of how’d it go…it sure was quiet without you here…and an…I think I’m out of coffee…

And just like that…this old gal…was home…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…