Yesterday I drove down a road that I have driven down many, many times. It is an old country road that runs by the Eastern N.C. COG State Headquarters, where my Grandfather is a credentialed minister, and where I spent many summers at Campmeeting and Youth Camp chasing girls under the guise of chasing God. I once used this road as a connecting point to visit my late Grandparents, my Dad’s Mother and Father, but as of late it has just been used for the short trip off of I95 to Kenly, NC to see my Mom’s Mother and Father. As people age it seems that sometimes the aging process can impact one more poorly then the next. Such is my Grandparents case. They said goodbye to their home yesterday and traveled North with my Aunt to PA and will receive much needed living assistance. It is a good thing for them I believe. So as I left their home yesterday, traveled that country road, passed the Piggly Wiggly Grocery Store one last time, a piece of me was lost. It was uncomfortable…but still change comes.
Yesterday I also drove down other roads that I have driven down many, many times. Roads to the Hospital I was born at, to the High School I graduated, to the many Beaches I frequented, and to the places and times that have had some role in shaping my being. Back home, where the Saline in the air just lifts my spirit and passion soars in me, is where I wish to be always as a piece of me is gained back. It is very comfortable…and change is welcome, although a short time it will be.