Postscript: Coming Home
I sometimes envy people who have a family home to return to, a place where they grew up, where their parents or even their grandparents lived.
The closest thing I have is the farmhouse where my mother grew up. My grandparents lived there until they died, and my mother’s older brother, Andy, and his wife, Bea, live there still, despite everyone’s insistence that, at 90, Andy might want to think…