Home Sweet Home

This last week and a half has been nothing short of insane. It seems as if I have been going non-stop. Last Tuesday I got a call from an old family friend that my dad had gotten sick and he needed me. So, at work I called him from my cell to see what was going on and found out that he did need me, as well as my brother. Basically, my dad just got a pacemaker and some of the medicines he is supposed to take (actually all of them), he wasn't. I got with my boss and he gave me the FMLA papers and I headed down there. I've been in Covington, TN (Which is about an hour north from Memphis, give or take) since last Wednesday at noon and just now arrived back in Franklin a few hours ago. I've spent that time helping my dad get better and had a lot of good talks with my brother. I have to go back Sunday but chose to come back today just because I didn't want to rush everything and get things ready for me to go back to work Sunday night. Today though, before I left Covington, I had so many thoughts in my head. It was great to be able to help my dad through his sickness and great that work let me off to be able to do that. It is very heartwarming all the people up here in Franklin that do care so much, to call and text to see if I was ok. I really do appreciate it and feel so blessed.
What's going on in my head right now is so scrambled and jumbled up, I'm not even sure with my writing skills that I can get it across. I will try though. I have lived here with my husband and two little dogs now for going on my sixth year. I have been able to make it with him, I love him dearly, and everyone I've met here. Leaving today was so very hard though. Hugging my dad and brother, telling each other how much we'd be missed by the other, and all that has led me into deep thoughts. I don't have to say again how much I love them because I know that they know it. I literally will drop everything if they're in trouble and need me but there's that part of my mind that wants to not just be there for the "bad" or when dad gets sick and needs me to help him. Clay and I had a very small moment where he played a new riff on his guitar and I came up with some lyrics on the spot. We never got to finish that song, but if I were there all the time we could. No, this isn't about music. Its about the part where there was that happy moment in between all the craziness and I fully enjoyed that. I enjoy my brother's company and I enjoy being around my dad. When his medications were getting straightened out, I was enjoying my time with him. It had been over a year and half since I seen them and the last time I went down was because two of my cousins had a bad car wreck and passed, so I went to the funeral. Time before that, I had went because Uncle Richard passed away. I'm seeing a pattern here and I am really not liking it that much. I'm going down home for the "bad" instances and not so much the good. Its really hard to pull myself from work, school, and all that sort of thing to be able to take time to just go down and have an enjoyable visit.
Now, some people might say..."Well, I thought your life was sooooo great up in Franklin..why would you wanna move back to Covington?" Its not that, not that in the least. I've met some amazing people up here and some of them I actually count as my family. You see, in my eyes, you don't have to be blood related to be family. I've actually got family now in both places and its time like these that I wish I could clone myself. I miss my cousins, my uncles, aunts, everyone yet I have a life up here as well.
I'm mostly just thinking out loud and I know that God will put me where He wants me to be and I have so much faith in Him. I'm sure somehow I'll figure this all out but in the meantime, I'm going to get my apartment straightened out some and hopefully get some rest before Sunday. I'm emotionally and physically drained....To anyone out there that has read this..thank you..and may God bless all of you....

~Susan