“If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone…”
That is the first song I had my “band” sing at age 12. I had no idea it would later mirror my life. I’m now 1,300 to 7,000 miles away from what would be home but luckily we do have one of our own.
When Peter, Paul and Mary sing that song it always reminds me of home. Our families needed to take care of us and now we must prepare for the reverse.
Now we can fly to see them. We do so at least once a year. We did drive last year and it took 24 hours and two hotel stops, with Zoe the dog. We’re lucky BB King’s in Memphis gave us a table with her on the patio, because she was not allowed to stay in the hotel room by herself. Everyone wanted to pet her.
People talk of never wanting to move. We move. We have a dog and she should be in obedience school at nearly ten years old. Everyone loves her and knows her name and she has a sweet temperament.
We fly or drive or train or even take the lake ferry to get to see our folks, because that’s what it’s all about. Family. My mother is gone but I do wish a happy Mothers’ Day to M and Nanny and Ann. They have made me feel like family. Cheers. Dee
Cooking with Dee 