Tonawanda News — I got to see that river, that bridge, that house and put live images to the stories I’ve heard time and again.
I knew this opportunity was one I couldn’t pass up after taking another similar — yet oh, so different — road trip in May when I was visiting my Texas home. I tagged along with my mom and Uncle Chris for the four-hour trek to Houston from Dallas for my uncle’s cancer treatment.
The trip down there was hard. My uncle — only about a month before his death — slept most of the way and was in a great deal of pain toward the end. We spent most of the next day carting him around for various tests, treatments and exams at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center.
My uncle was an anomaly in that he tended to feel better after his chemotherapy treatments, with less pain and more energy. On the way home from Houston, we stopped and toured Rice University, where Mamaw’s first husband — Papaw — studied and played football. We also stopped along Highway 45 in Huntsville to check out the giant statue of Sam Houston (one-time president of the Republic of Texas, and U.S. senator and governor once the state joined the United States).
Uncle Chris felt energized enough to get out and walk around at both stops and for a little while he was his old self, joking and laughing with me and my mom. I count my blessings every day that we had those moments together, because they were the last I would really get to see him.
So, was the money and time spent hauling myself out to Yardley, Pa., just to freeze my rear off at a drizzly reenactment and spend an hour at an old house worth it? Heck yeah! And I’d do it all over again.
If you had asked me that same question one year ago, I’m not sure my answer would have been the same.
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