The Greenbrier River
Going to West Virginia is always bittersweet. It's where I spent summer vacations as a kid, visiting my mom's home town and family. It's where I fell in love with antique stores, sledding at Christmas, and big, green mountains. But in the years since my mom died, it's hard to go back. I love showing my kids where she was from, the house she grew up in and the town she lived in. And I sing her summer camp song every time we cross the river. But it's hard to be there without her, without her stories and memories. But it's good to put my feet in the river, it's just that my heart can't take it but every so often.
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