I want back to my hometown of Cambridge, MN this past weekend, and I must say there is nothing like the feeling of driving on 65N towards Cambridge getting closer and closer to home. On my way up to Cambridge I pass through Isanti where I usually stop to visit my brother's grave and talk with him for a little bit before I continue the rest of the trip. This weekend was the first in which I didn't make the stop. I just continued through, but little did I know that he would still capture my attention during my stay.
As I was talking to my family this weekend I told them that I'm taking firearm saftey and will be going hunting with my boyfriend this year, I'm not to excited about the hunting part but the cool hunting gear... Heck IM ALL IN!!!
My brother loved to hunt and this time of year was his favorite. All my brother's hunting clothing and such was kept and I was offered to have some of it. When going through the locker there was more than just hunting clothes, there were my brothers favorite shirts hanging there all nice and neat, it was a rush of emotion, that seems to come and go these days.
As Susie and I brought the clothes in the house I noticed she kept on grabbing the coat, and touching the shirt, and she said something like, "it makes you just want to get all wrapped up in them, so you can feel him."
I put on the shirt today and cried. I dont know what it is about wearing the shirt, but I just image myself hugging him, and It brings these happy tears to my eyes.
Thanks for a great weekend Family!