Leaving Shelby And Lovingly Looking Back

Trip Start May 01, 2010
Trip End Aug 01, 2010

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Chuck and Libby's RV Resort

Flag of United States  , North Carolina
Sunday, June 13, 2010

  Dear Nae,
Home.  What does it all mean?  What sweet memories or haunting moments does a person hang upon the fireplace mantel before ridding away from one's birth place?  It surely is a combination of many emotional events-good times filled with laughter crammed with crazy old aunts and uncles possessing unique personalities. 
  The tide is now gently turned.  I have become one of those old Uncle and, hopefully, one leaving good memories where ever I go.  Then there were the less fond times that ushered in piles of turmoil.  There were people with dependencies such as alcohol, cigarettes, and light drugs.  That seemed to be my fathers generation of millstones.  Each new generation has no problem dragging in its shortcomings.  My personal problem comes in categorizing all that made up Shelby.  Were they bad for me or good for me?  Without varying life issues, how does one truly learn to deal with adversity and calm objectivity? 
   I fondly think of the forest I called my own playground close to old Suttle Street hill.  That same forest has now disappeared to busy city streets, heavy traffic, and a moan from the simplicity of the past.  It was those grounds that created my grand inspiration for the future.  This was where my little boy's wildest thoughts became as real as the motorcycle I'm ridding out of town.  Who can know what has cause me to grow into what I am today?  Certainly, I would not be who I am without all those blessings intermixed with life's curses. 
  It's the people!  That is where it is at.  They are the one single item that makes home what it is and continues to create the environment for future visits.  It isn't the buildings or civil war monuments.  It isn't the drive-in restaurants with waitresses on roller skates.  It isn't the old movies houses that are now caving into piles of bricks and crumbling mortar.  It is the people who surrounded all that was called "home".  We laughed, we cried, we moved in and out of life making waves of wonder.  I believe that home will always be home.  No matter where we go, we have a desire to look over our shoulders to a place we label "home".  It just makes sense.  It is a slice of who we were back then matched next to who we have become now.  It does not involve the "outside" as much as it speaks to our "inside".   As we grow older, we hope to grow wiser no matter the situation.  So, thanks old Shelby for another sweet visit and the gentle reunion of smiles from the past!  I will always miss you no matter where I am in this world! 
With Love,
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Family and old friends may have provided the foundation, but your caring and loving presence made the "sweet memories" for those of us whose lives you touched while here. As the old saying goes , " while we are here we may as well dance" and what a memorable and lovely dance it was.
Love and Godspeed to you my dear friend as you continue your "Great Adventure".

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