returning home

Today I return home.

I feel so fortunate to have been asked to come walk alongside my son as he journeyed down a road of pain and regret.

It was time I’ll always carry under my heart.

My grandson was a big part of giving care while adding humor and his unique perspectives on life.

Now as I sit in my chair in the sky, I’m thinking about what I will miss.

My son and I will watch our sports teams play in different cities, different time zones.

My grandson will have to be a car mechanic without my oversight.

Macrina’s and Ken’s revenues will drop.

Puzzle time will move to virtual puzzling.

I’ll walk a different route, but I’ll walk because I found out I can walk well.

My son will continue to heal; in body, mind, and spirit. It won’t be overnight, but it will be.

He already stands tall with determination to stand even taller.

I’m grateful for time together no matter the circumstance. Oh, and I learned how to play poker – Texas hold’em!

Traveling mercies.