Going home is always an odd experience, both familiar and devastatingly unfamiliar. This time was no different.
Mama, beautiful and plodding forward as only a mother can. My brother, gorgeous, brooding and cloaked in a 007 veneer of uncertainty. My dear sister-sister, a touchstone of devastating joy and constant support.Overall it was a poignant trip, made more moving and painful as it was a good-bye visit to my Grande' who is shuffling, ever so slowly into the wide horizon of unknown possibilities.