YOU CAN'T GO HOME AGAIN. Image is scanned from a book cover. The rest is cybersurfed.
In their later years, my grandparents wished to revisit their original home (cabin) in Missouri. My father took them there. It was by then a little deserted cabin in a wooded area. They commented it was not the same. Last year, I went by the home of my childhood. Nothing was the same. We can return to the site in our later years, but it is never the same. It is best kept in our memory, a home filled with laughter and love, filled with faces of our parents and siblings and those we loved, now long gone. My lady with the umbrella is learning that you truly can't go home again. Thanks for indulging me!