I live in Tennessee. My parents and one of my cousins live in Virginia. Several people in my family live in Ohio. Then we have some in Alabama, some in Missouri, Colorado, and Florida. Around Thanksgiving my husband starts asking if I want to go see my parents. I do, but I think it would be more convenient to see them at my birthday. And nobody wants to go to Ohio in the winter. So I almost always opt for staying home. Then a couple of days before Christmas, I start to get emotional... crying in the shower (which for some reason is my "melt-down" spot) and over certain Christmas songs.
Last night, I decided to make my dad's family's oyster dressing. The smell of it made me cry. Then I ate half the pan when it was done. My God it was good. The only problem with eating something that reminds you of your family when you miss them is... I still miss them and the next morning I still have a belly ache.
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