Talking about hey now, hey now
My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire, my grandma told your grandma I’m going to set your flag on fire. Talking about hey now, hey now, hey now. Iko Iko unday. This is a familiar refrain to anyone who lives or knows New Orleans music.
One of the strongest pulls home to New Orleans was a desire to be around family and I’ve come to believe that family is not what I thought it was. Family is people of the same blood as you, not physically, but spiritually.
I remember one day after a few miscarriages that my friend in California said she had hoped we would be pushing baby carriages together. Now her children are older and gorgeous, and I’m just starting to push my baby carriage.
Flower was here this weekend with her little bud. We were sitting on the floor of Tin’s room watching them play and she said, I want our kids to grow up together and be friends. I can barely write this without tearing up from the cacophony of emotions those words inspired. I dropped Flower and little bud at the airport and had to keep windshield wipering my eyes. I miss my mom. I miss Flower. I long for a future where Tin and her little bud are friends.
