It had been quite a while since I had traveled back “home” –the Rio Grande Valley- Fronton, TX to be exact. The boys had wanted to make the trip to see their cousins and I needed/wanted to see my oldest son and of course visit with family. Family consists of my younger brother, his wife, my 2 nieces and nephew along with a smattering of other family members that I got to see. I don’t go out of my way to visit everyone, never have and probably never will. I did see my dad’s youngest sister and his oldest brother; I also saw one cousin and her daughter, my ex in laws and of course the ex.
Our visit lasted less than a week but seemed longer to me. I did manage to get some much needed sleep…. my first night (Tuesday) was quite restful and the following day I even got a nap, actually had a few naps which did me a world of good.
Thursday evening we (SIL & Boy #2) made the trip to Edinburg, which is about an hour and a half away from my brother’s home to pick up my oldest. His car is still in disrepair from the accident he was involved in a while back. (Uninsured motorist hit him, so he has to fix his car on his own.) Son had Friday off and of course the weekend.
My brother took Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off, Wednesday he took Boy’s # 2 & 3 out fishing and they brought enough fish in for a fish fry.
Evenings we sat outside listening to the gunshots going off in the distance right across the border. The escalating drug and gang wars have changed the landscape of the once peaceful place we call home. During the day dark smoke billows across the border where car bombs have been set off, buildings and homes set on fire, peoples lives and livelihoods just destroyed. In years past we would walk across the bridge into Mexico or drive across for lunch or shopping, nobody is doing that anymore.
While sitting inside chatting with my SIL my youngest comes in to tell us that there is a white van with green out in front, we take a peek and see that it is the Border Patrol, not an uncommon sight for them, but my kids had not been exposed to it. I look out my nephews window and see two BP officers outside the vehicle, two kids sitting on the ground, my first thought was “darn, poor kids they barely got to taste freedom, they probably just wanted a better life” my nephew is quick to point out, they probably are carrying drugs. I feel sorry for the ones coming here seeking a better way of life, but I cannot agree with the way in which they are going about getting here.
Now on to the good stuff, the food, I took care of overindulging all my cravings for Tex-Mex and local favorites. My brother and SIL did more than their fair share of cooking and we ate out a couple of times. I am definitely feeling heavier, my belly is bloated and happy even though I will be detoxing for the next few days.
Other highlights…well both boys got their first driving lessons from mom, they both did well, but Boy # 2 “knows” everything so it was easier to teach Boy # 3. I’m not sure when they will get behind the wheel again. I also took the time to visit the cemetery, drive around and take random pictures here and there and I was disappointed I wasn’t able to get closer to the river but it just isn’t safe to do so.
And finally…I’m glad to be home.