Going Home

I’ve traveled this stretch of gravel road hundreds of times. It was one of the ways that I could reach my grandparents’ place.

It’s been a number of years since they have passed away. Yet, I still go through here occasionally as I make deliveries.

Seeing this picture reminds me of all of the times that I spent visiting with Grandpa and Grandma. If they were home, the doors were unlocked, because they loved having family stop by. There was always something interesting to talk about – often with a cup of tea or can of pop, along with something to eat. They made it feel like home for many of us who would stop by to visit.

This photo also reminds me of one day going Home – not to visit, but to stay. I look forward to the meal and conversation when I’m seated with other “family” at the table in the Father’s house. I hope to chat with you there!

Have a great day!

(This was first published at theroadreport.wordpress.com.)