I’m on the way home now. The third place I have called home in my life. The first was Northern Minnesota where I was born and spent the first years of my life. The second is Western Kansas where I spent my formative years growing from a child to a young adult. And the third is Southeastern Minnesota where I grew from a young adult to an adult. Though there are many who may argue that I never truly grew up. Hehehe. The point is that I am going home. After seeing the home I grew up in for the first time in 30 years. And realizing just how beautiful it was and is. Yes, it is a harsh land, and now I return to a land that is far more comfortable. Far more livable for a Northman such as myself. But I found beauty, and I will not forget it.
I went to a funeral yesterday. It took place back where I grew up but haven’t seen in thirty years. And I visited with family I haven’t seen in years. It has been both a good and a hard trip. The grief is real. Sons lost their father. A wife lost her husband. It will always be hard. But there will always be good in there as well. The key is to mix as much good as possible into the grief, and know that nothing will wipe the grief away. It has to be endured. And that is both good and hard.
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 111th month, we remember the end of The Great War. The War To End All Wars. This is Armistice Day. This has been folded into Veterans Day here in America as more wars have joined the pantheon of conflict, a remembrance of all Veterans who have served in defense of America. I have not served, but my cousins and uncles and other family members have served in the Army, the Navy, the Air Force, and Marines. My family all came home, so we are able to celebrate their service and return. We should all seek to remember them today. So we never forget what they served to protect.
I am headed down to Kansas right now for the first time since me and Mom left the State 30 years ago. And it is the first time I am traveling alone in years. A few things about traveling alone. When you can’t drive anymore, there is no one to pass off the driving duties to. You are done traveling. You get the hotel room all to yourself. You get the car all to yourself. And you are the only one you get to talk to. It is certainly a different experience traveling alone. And I will be going to one of the three areas of the country that I call home. One of the places I grew up in. Went to school in. Took the first steps towards being a man in. Kansas. It has been a lifetime since I have been in Kansas.
I have noted in previous entries that I have gotten back into writing since my Mom died. Well, I just received notification from Raconteur Press that one my short stories has been accepted for publication in their upcoming Space Cowboys 404–Cow Not Found Anthology. This will be my first published story since I have gotten back into the game, and my second time appearing in an anthology. This is rather cool if I say so myself, and I look forward to the anthology coming out in the near future. Maybe you all can get a Christmas present for yourself. 😉