as i write, my grandparents, parents and brother are on a plane
to my dad’s boyhood home of austria…
oh, the laughter and eating and drinking
and gazing and praying and wandering
and musing that will take place…
i am wishing them well,
wishing i was there,
and grateful that i know they miss me too….
this simply was not the time of life for it to happen.
travel well, dear, dear family. love as warm as this kansas sun is yours.