**Good morning, everyone! June is usually Georgia time for the Lane family, so I thought I’d reshare this piece from a while back about grief, people, place, and home.
Since I first wrote this, our joy in my mother’s home place has only grown. We’ve also come to feel more at peace and more rooted in our home in Virginia — where we’ve now planted grape vines, widened our garden, and expanded our use of neighborhood woods and shortcuts into town (and specifically, to the ice cream place and coffee shop, of course!). A beautiful china cabinet, made by my grandfather, now also sits in a corner of our living room, very much as if it was made for the space. It’s filled with dishes from my aunts and grandmother.
I’d love to hear in the comments about your own conceptions of home and of personal and family foundations. Enjoy!**
Dear friends,
What does “home” mean to you? Is it a family? Is it a place? Is it something else altogether?
Read about my experience of loss, healing, and home at Hearth & Field:
“Helen & Home”
Happy summer!
Warmly,
This is a lovely piece, Dixie. Finding home is so core to the human experience. Your mom is so proud of you, I'm sure! I'm glad you can start to reconnect with the place and people that were her home while you wait for your reunification one day.
Oh my sweet Dixie! I’m so happy that you have reconnected with your Mom’s family! You have some great roots in Helen! I adored your mother. Her love for her children was immense and she would be so very proud of both of you. Welcome home Dixie!