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
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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!