Our youngest daughter, a high school freshman, returned home from Japan yesterday morning. She was gone for eight days. While happy for her to travel to and learn about life in another country, we all remained worried and nervous.
Unbeknownst to our youngest daughter, and on the same day she left for Japan, a Malaysian flight
The raw statement my mother launched at my brother during their heated argument shook me. That night I dreamed of my father. He had
The day my brother died was a hot July 3rd in 1976, approximately one month shy of the year and a half that had passed since when my father had died of a heart attack.
It would be our first and only trip as what remained of our family, me, my brother and our mother. We had never taken a trip with our father. It is hard as a farmer to go away. Land, crops and livestock need continuous tending.
My mother, brother and I
I am the keeper of memories and bloodlines in both my families of origin and immediate relations.
By the time I was sixteen both my father and my younger brother, who was my only sibling, had died. Life had severed my family of four during the span of two years into one of me, and my mother.
It was painful, the losses.
I will never know