Little Boy, Little Boy


I always love going home anyway; it’s where my roots are. I always like to go back. It’s a good reminder of where I started and the journey that I still have to go on to get where I want to be. Millie Bright

It is just after 5 a.m. here in Saskatchewan, Canada.  I woke up quite early and the end scene from the Wizard of Oz was playing in my mind. It is where Dorothy is told to click her heels three times and say, “there’s no place like home…”

In times like the world is facing or when I am going through a situation my thoughts turn to where I was raised, to my home.  Maybe, not so much my parents home, but the home of my maternal grandparents.  I always knew the door was open that my grandmother would let me stay with no questions asked.

There is a little boy inside me that wishes he could go home, except home is not where it use to be.  The smell of homemade cooking, maybe if I were lucky some fresh baking from my grandmother.  When my grandfather was alive it was being able to sit with him as he played the guitar and I would sing.

All of those have now gone, I have made my home here in Saskatchewan, and along with my daughter and the grandchildren is where I find welcome and warmth.

Having a best friend, more like the big brother I never had, is also comfort when I am facing hard times.  Always is able to bring a smile to my face, and sometimes a good chuckle.  He knows the best and the worst of me and still he calls me his friend.

Where ever I am I have learned to be content there.  This virus is frightening, to be honest if I didn’t have supports around me I would have to say I would be scared to death.

Please let me give some advice, if you have family, if you are able to go home, if you have friends, you have more than some who are facing this great time of trouble!

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