Gratitude

Today we buried Aunt Lizzie who passed away a month or so ago. They brought her ashes up from one of the Carolina's where she lived. Then we went to her granddaughter's house. I felt like I was home. It made me grateful for the past I had with these people, even though it was destroyed by things that happened. No one made me feel like I shouldn't be there. Everyone welcomed me like I really did belong. I miss that.