It’s been four years since I first heard this song. It was just after I received the news that my Aunt Lane had died, and I was making the five-hour drive home for the funeral. It seemed to play over and over as one station faded out and another took its place, and I cried every time I heard it. I still cry today when I hear it. I think of my Aunt Lane and the house she made her own after Mama and Papa Foster died, and I think of all the time I spent in that house. It was the first place I ever put my fingers on a piano, and it was where Santa Claus left my red fire truck when I was 4. That’s the house that built me. And I think of my mother when I hear it. Especially the second verse, except it was a Southern Living magazine that gave her inspiration for the addition with the big fireplace that my Uncle Gene and Papa Foster built. She died just two years later. That’s the house that built me. I’ll go home for Father’s Day, and I’ll see all my family at Decoration at Meadow Branch. For those of you who weren’t blessed enough to grow up in the country, Decoration is when we clean the cemetery, place new flowers on all the graves, have dinner on the ground and an all day singing. Nothing can touch my heart quite the same way as how I feel when I’m there. That’s the house that built me. Thank you, Aunt Lane. Thank you, Mama. Thank you, family. No matter how long I’m gone from there, Millport will always be home.
Posted on: Fri, 06 Jun 2014 13:51:19 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015