|Russell in the Middle, Jimmy on the Right|
When I received my invitation, I panicked a little bit. I haven’t been to Crowley since I evacuated there in 2005, running away from Hurricane Katrina. And I don’t remember when I’d last been there before that.
Something about me doesn’t want to go there. That’s ridiculous, because every time I overcome the fear and go, I have a good time. My home town is beautiful, and the people there are kind and friendly. But something is always scratching me behind my ear and whispering that I shouldn’t go. They’ll get me if I do, figure me out, realize I’m nothing, and throw me away.
That’s just me, though, and I’m weird, because nothing like that ever happens, and the visits always turn out to be cool.
|Jimmy Sees Me|
My brother Jimmy’s weird like that. Must run in the family.
I learned a few things from this visit. About family. Well, about my family.
I learned that it’s only the people your own age or older who appear to age in your eyes. Younger people never grow old. They carry the same faces they had when you first got to know them as babies and toddlers. And their children are them all over again, only different, like 1.5 or 2.0.
I learned that the people in my family delight in one another. They know they’re family and all and because of that they’re stuck with each other, but once past that, they sit back and enjoy each other’s company. They share their skills, their ups and downs, their kids, their uniquenesses, and their lives with the kind of carefree abandon that comes when you know you are loved and nothing will ever change that.
And, finally, I learned that I need to dive into that mosh pit more often than I have before.
Happy Birthday, Jimmy!