Familiar Things


It’s wrong to become a bully yourself or to take it out on other people, and in my case, I just retreated to a place where I was safe. And that place was my imagination, books, and television. Paul Dini
Read more at Retreat to Safe Places

Today I wanted to be around some things that felt familiar, things that made me feel warm inside, made me feel safe.  Places I was comfortable in.

Growing up my one place that made me feel safe, comfortable, warm, was my grandmothers place.  I always knew that I was welcomed, knew there was always someone to support me.

Today, like so many, this holiday feels like there is something missing.  At my home church every Good Friday, for as long as my memory takes me, there would be special music guests, and maybe a special speaker.  There would be two services with lunch in between.

What’s missing for me today are those type of moments, moments that you cherish the rest of your living days.  Days full of laughter, food, music, and enough pictures to fill several albums.

I can probably guess that I am not the only one in the world who is feeling sort of empty.  Easter for many in the world is a day of rejoicing.  Yet, the rejoicing today feels hollow without others to join in the event.

My most favorite memory of my grandmother is that every once in awhile she would say, “let’s go for a piece of pie and a coffee”.  It was rather nice to go to town and find a small cafe, order a piece of pie and coffee, then just sit there enjoying the moment.

It, sure would be nice to hear those words, drive to a cafe, order a piece of apple pie and coffee.  Just to sit talking with someone and soaking in the warmth of the moment!

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  1. Halbarbera

    Let’s hope we can again retreat to the familiar things and enjoy the coffee and apple pie; in moderation of course!

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  2. V

    If I could, I’d meet you at that cafe, order some pie and we could swap stories all day long.
    Human interaction would be lovely right about now.

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    1. rts – Facing the Challenges of Mental Health

      Sounds like a plan!


  3. Chelsea Owens

    I’ve realized I’m making a mental list of Things I Will Do When It’s Over. It’s including “walk up to the neighbor’s door and hug her when she answers.”


  4. Angie

    I miss the little “dates” me and my kids would have to talk. We would go to the little restaurant in Turtleford and share a piece of pie and ice cream while we talked about the week. It was a nice way to have some one on one time with them. I think I’ll have to make a special apple pie for us to do that at home. I’ve missed so much while I’ve been working so much.

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    1. rts – Facing the Challenges of Mental Health

      Angie, great idea!
      Children seem to grow up so fast.
      We then wonder where did time go.
      Society has become an “in an instant” one. What I mean there seems to be very little family time. Too many activities to go to, work to pay the bills.
      Solution, microwave, or fast food. No patience in taking some time to enjoy a good meal. My mother always made sure that we ate as a family. No phone, friends. Just the family, five kids and two parents.

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      1. Angie

        The Grandma you speak of, is she your maternal grandma? They (your grandma and mother) remind me of my own and when you speak of them it always brings warm memories to mind for me. It’s those values that I am trying to instill in my home as well.

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      2. rts – Facing the Challenges of Mental Health

        Angie, yes the grandmother that I write about is my maternal grandmother.
        She was always there, no questions asked.

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