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Stacy, formerly HHR's avatar

So many things to feel here. Through teary eyes, here are my first thoughts. Years ago I had a trip planned to go to my childhood home to help my parents pack up and prepare for their retirement and a move to Florida. My last trip home was canceled due to a direct hit by a hurricane. The destruction also meant mom and dad had much less to pack! I never had the chance to say goodbye to my home. But my folks moved to Florida, close to me. I found a greeting card that said “wherever I travel ,wherever I roam ,wherever you are ,will always be home. “ And I realized it didn’t matter about the house , my mom and dad were my Home. Fast forward 35 years, dad died in 1992 and mom just passed this October. I am a 59 year old “orphan”. It’s a strange feeling. I’ll be 60 at the end of the month!! Yikes, a whole other set of emotions.

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Jim Gilroy's avatar

Though we have lived in our current house for over 30 years and raised our sons here, I still think of the small town I grew up in, in upstate New York as home. Still visit a couple times a year though I stay with my brother since we sold the family home when Mom died. One of the trips each year is for a nearby 1/2 marathon.

Last night, reading Niall Williams’ latest novel (Time of the Child) I came across this passage: … though like all small places it was confining, Ronnie had come to the understanding that for her it was also freeing, and she never wanted to leave it. This was home. More, with a conviction she knew could not be explained, she felt it was where she was supposed to be.

Wishing all peace and joy for the holiday season and beyond.

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