A Nostalgic Journey

A trip that began with such ambivalence turned out to be  filled with wonderful memories and a reconnection with close friends.

My son and I, along with my brother Scott and his family and my brother Bob and his wife, traveled back to our family home last month to spread our mother’s ashes.  Although there was much sadness in the reason we were there, there was also such joy and empowerment in being able to finally give my mother her wish of getting to be back at her home again.  I know in my heart it made her ecstatically happy and fulfilled.  Thanks to the wonderful heart of the homeowner, we were able to spend the night in the home we grew up in and spread our mother in the back yard next to the beautiful flowers overlooking the ocean. 

This was the first time my son got to see the ocean and it was so awesome to watch him gaze in amazement at its vastness and beauty.  He kept saying, “I can’t get over how there is all this water and then absolutely nothing beyond it, not any kind of land or anything.  In the desert there is nothing but land.” 

It was a time of sadness, a time of joy, a time of family and closeness and a time of excitement and nostalgia.  God how I missed that clean sea air.