Passages

Sad news. Ten minutes after we visit the Excel dealer to confirm repairs on our trailer the next day, Bruce learns that Lillian, his 91 year old mother, has died in the Alz Dementia facility where she had lived for over a year. We go back into the RV dealer, tell them to keep our trailer for a week or so, then next day hit the 220 mile interstate highway for Olympia.

We stay with friend Aymalee while arranging the funeral and other details. Good to see our Oly friends again even under such circumstances. Only six weeks have passed since last seeing them, tho we have not lived there for four months.

After even this short time living in several new places since June, it’s kinda funny to drive around a completely familiar area, remembering events as we pass by this place and that. This is the feeling of home. When will we know it again?

Then again, Jenna and I have lived in nine houses in eight locations in four states during our 28 years together. Some would say we could never call somewhere home.

I lived in five locations in Irvington NJ by age 18. Six residences in four years of college. More moves after that before Jenna at age 30. (Jenna has lived similarly, including two years in Norway.)

Home? I only know my own life.

Bruce