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 ~