Warren and I are on the road right now as I write (he's driving, not me!).

Went on a trip to the town where my parents grew up and my relatives live. Was anxious about going, but we had to pick up something for the RV there. The whole time going down, Warren asked me if I was going to call anyone (relatives) to tell them I was in town. He also wanted to take me to the cemetery where my parents are buried. Me...I am thinking, I don't want anyone to know I am here, because then they'll tell my brother where I'm at and then he'll find me and come knocking on my door.

Well, I finally decided it was a silly thing to be afraid of, so I looked up the phone number of my favorite aunt and uncle, which was no easy feat - it took me almost 20 minutes searching various online sites - but I found them.

Warren called them for me and spoke to them, letting them know I was okay and all, telling them that I was going through some rough times and he even asked them not to tell my brother anything about the conversation. He told them I have issues with some things my brother did to me as I was growing up (as far as I know, they don't know anything about what happened to me as a kid). Funny thing is, my uncle assured him that he wouldn't tell him and even went so far as to say that my brother was crazy! Coming from him, that was a big thing - he's a Baptist preacher from the deep South.

He found out the name of the cemetery and I looked it up online (thank goodness for the internet!) and we went by. It was a very emotional visit, as the last time I was there I was burying my mother. If she wasn't buried right next to my father, I think I probably would've kicked her gravestone or something.

Anyways, it was very good for me to go there. Yes, I cried, but it was a good cry. Yes, I was angry to see her name again, but I also saw my dad's name, so that was good. And, I got some questions answered, namely which ones of my mother's family (my aunts and uncles) were still living and which ones weren't. It's been 14 years since I've seen any of them, so I wasn't sure which ones I'd find. But, now I know and it's a great relief to me. Kinda like the saying about the truth setting us free.

Now we're on our way back home, driving the RV up the interstate. Another 8 hours of driving and we'll be home!