It is good to be home. An impromptu trip to Kentucky started in a whirlwind of preparation, ended with settled hearts. My aunt has cancer. Hard to talk about, difficult to see her experience it. She has been amazingly resilient to most of the treatments, and a major next step is scheduled for next week. Time was of the essence to get down and have a good visit before surgery. Life always comes with choices, we all know this basic life tenet. Truth was, there was some stuff on my calendar that was disappointing to miss. What we gained was much better.
You see, my aunt and I aren’t that far apart in age. Sometimes we have butted heads over the years. It is an incalculable gift to have become much more than relatives, but friends. Moving here has provided a dear blessing of being closer to family that I haven’t been able to see much in the past years. Having an aunt for a friend means they know all of your younger history. Family history. Questions can be asked and answered. There is more than just my personal viewpoint to peer into what was long ago. To learn about who we are now, the adults we have become is a gift. Each of our adult experiences forged the grounds in a new relationship. Two women meeting each other, instead of an authority figure (yes, you are right. Always a struggle for me ♥) and a child.
Life presents many “pressing” issues. We took the other road, the one that beckoned us from here to there. There, being the backwoods of Kentucky, where things slow way down. Here, home, is a wonderful place to be. My favorite. There, holds treasures we need to jump out and gather. Drop the urgent and search for the lasting. Memories and time well spent.