There's something about going home -- yes, at my age, I have my own home, but there's something about going home to family. Lucky me, myparents still live in the house I grew up in. We moved into it in 1966. And now, 46 years later, its still home. Not everyone is as lucky as I am, to be able to return to the home I know, where all my memories are still alive, where we still gather as a family to share good times, good food, and make more memories. It's hard to imagine after this long that there will be a time when it isn't possible to come home to this place, these memories. I know that time is in my future, but I try not to think about it.
If you haven't made any family memories lately -- do it! You'll feel better for it! I know I do!
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