Home Again, Home Again
Well, I’m back from Chicago.
It was a wonderful trip. My sisters and I got together and it was like we’d never been apart. There was no lack of stuff to talk about. We were laughing and talking and hugging. I never realize what I’m missing by being apart from everyone until we’re together. The youngest lives in Connecticut with a good majority of family members and family friends. The bride, who is in the middle is in the Navy and stationed overseas. I am here in sunny Florida with my hubbie and kids. I never feel lonely until I come back home to a quiet house.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live in Hartford with my sister and cousins and aunts, so close to New York where we have so many other family members. What would it be like to have a revolving front door where family and friends come in all day and call and go out together? What would it be like to have people around that I know would love to keep my kids and I trust to keep them? What would it be like to be part of such a great network?
My daughter cried so much when we left Chicago. She didn’t want to leave her aunts or her grand-aunt. She made others cry when we were on the way to the airport as she quietly cried into my sweater. I told her it was okay…that we’d see them again soon…that we’d call and her aunt was moving to Florida next year so see her all the time. What I wanted to say was, “I know how you feel. I don’t want to leave either. I love being a part of something so much bigger than our family of four.”
So for three days we three sisters were together and everything was wonderful. We didn’t talk about our father (the primary source of dysfuntion) and we had fun. I want some of that every day.
