About the time I think I've told you everything that's stored in my memory bank,
I realize there's more! A trip back "home" to Springfield, Missouri yesterday was like walking down memory lane.
It was filled with family and food,
really good Mexican food!
We drove by a million place where we've had coffee,
or spent nickles when I was a kid.
Places where I was spelling bee champion,
and places that inspired me to dream about what my life could be.
I walked these halls as a freshman feeling very small and unprepared for what life held for me. Yesterday when I stood in front of Central, somehow I felt 14 again. It was 1966, I had yet to meet the love of life, ahead of me was motherhood and travel, elation and despair, growth and loss.
I miss my brother. I miss talking to him on the phone and email. We never had the chance to text each other, he would have taken to that like a duck to water...he was like that!
He was the kind of person who loved to learn new things. He loved cool cars, pressed jeans and once he ate 8 hot dogs, one after the other!
Marble pyramid made by Hobert Sheldon Risley February 1960, age 13.
