A trip back to my hometown for the first time in four months, coupled with a hometown benefit for my nephew, has left me all emotional and tired. Weepy and worn.
I'd love to write about small towns and my hometown and the beauty of living in one where you've lived your whole life (which I did not do, but my brother and his wife have done). I'd love to write about my dad's boss, who's a notorious tight you-know-what, who gave a tremendous show of support today that left my dad in tears. I'd love to write about standing in an old gym, watching the line of people, all there to support the family you love so much. And my mom, who didn't come so she could sit with my nephew, who's in isolation. And how everyone asked about her and were so proud of how much support one woman can provide. A true Matriarch. About how a hug from an old friend left us both in a puddle of tears. How life can be cruel and beautiful all at the same time.
About how one little boy can bring a town full of people to their knees. Praying that he'll be okay. Knowing that he will. I'd also write about how much my nephew kicks ass. How cool he is. How beautiful.
I'd write about it all, if there were words.
I'll be back.
Just need a few.