Over the weekend Doc hoped in a rental car and drove up the coast to his grandparents' house, his first time home since the army packed us up and we drove off into the sunset - December 2006. Nuts isn't it? I have tried to get him home so many times - he has never wanted to leave us and all of us going as a family has just never worked out.
He did a lot of driving for a short visit but he got to meet 2 of his nieces and see what his hometown has turned into. His family lives about 2 miles from Gillette Stadium and the owners of the Patriots have made so many changes. He was actually talking about move back to his hometown! Finally, he's seeing the charm in going back to where we came from.
He is planning on going back this weekend as well. I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous - New England in the fall is quite possibly the best place in the world. He is kicking himself for not listening to me when I told him to pack some pants, going from 105º to 54º is quite a shock. (And, I have to add, 109º on the first day in October is a horrible way to live.)
The best thing to come from his little trips home - we may all be going home for Christmas! His grandparents are insisting on flying us back. We don't like to take handouts and Doc is having a really hard time with it but I had to point out to him that his grandparents aren't going to be around forever...
Weekends at home and everything that he's getting in his treatments - he really has hit the lottery. I am hoping he comes home refreshed and ready to join the team.