Legacy Left Behind

I just made my way back to Louisiana after spending the last week with my family in Southern Mississippi. At the age of 90.5 my grandmother passed away last Saturday. The legacy she left behind is phenomenal. (you can read some of it in my last post)

Other than the circumstances that allowed me to spend the week there, it was so nice to be surrounded by my family. It was great to relish in good conversations, long sits on the front porch, many glasses of sweet tea, too much food, stories handed down from generation to generations, and just be with people who looked like me.

It was fun to look around and see folks who I just belonged with. I didn't grow up in MS with my family, so the community doesn't really know me. But one look in my direction and it's obvious that I fit in the crowd of Taylors. There is something extra special about being with those who look, sound, and act like you.

It's been a long week, but there was so much comfort found in just being with those people. It was nice to make my way back to what I call home today, but when I did get here, the whole thing hit me all over again. I realize that being with my people all week helps things. But when you get back to reality where the world kept spinning and no one looks like you, knows the loss you feel, or has been through the rough week with you, the wound opens and it hurts all over again. It's all part of the process I guess.

Until then......