Here I am, waking up in this foreign land. Three weeks ago, I was settled in my casita; making my life, building new and mending what has been tattered and torn.
A phone call changed everything. A fall changed everything. My eighty-two year old father-in-law, sounded weak. We knew we had to go home. Home, to our other home. The tickets, the TSA, the missed beats in my rhythm. The changing of tunes.
He’s no longer with us now.
One day that will be me. None of us get out of life alive.
We wake up in one dream, we sleep, and we wake in another.
Over and over and over and over and over ~
Fish Eye Farm 
Arohamai on your loss. Indeed the eternal sleep comes to us all, more reason if we ever needed it to live, love and laugh well.
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thank you – I so agree
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our condolences rooster and Cherie on your loss …..home at last
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thank you –
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