Memorial Day

generally, when I go "back home" one of the stops I always make is to the cemetery to visit dad and gramma. But not this time. I haven't quite worked it all out in my head-not sure that I need to at the moment, but it was definitely part of letting go...moving forward. This trip has really made me aware that there is less and less for me to go back to. Once my mother has passed, I don't know that I will return. There is less sadness in that though than there used to be...and much more freedom. In the past when I've thought about moving to another country there was always the hook of "I can't leave my family". The truth is that I have already left my family...and they me.