Today is my last full day in Minnesota, for this trip that is. I am ready to go home, but I am loath to leave the family I have reconnected to after so many years. Life goes on though, we all know that, and there is much to be buttoned up at home before winter arrives. So, home I go.
I have discovered I am not the only story teller in our family. My cousin Linda has us all in stitches much of the time. The mover and shaker of the family is Mark. If you want a herd of turtles moved to where they ought to be in a short amount of time, Mark can do it for you. If you want to gain a lot of weight in a short amount of time by eating irresistible food, Judy can do that for you. If you want to find a place in the middle of nowhere to shop – hang with Jean, and if you want to see a grandpa as smitten with his grandchildren as I am, watch Gary.
The oldest of our generation, Bobby, has been diagnosed with ALS. There is a special sweetness holding him in my arms for our hellos and goodbyes. I know it could very well be the very last time I get to do so and yet, he is comforting me when I think I should be comforting him. Still so ruggedly handsome and proud, it is hard to imagine this invisible disease can take him from us. Damn that disease. His younger sisters have a long and difficult row to hoe before them. I can only say my heart is with you girls.
And so, home I go to Colorado – but not for long. I will head over the hill to visit my mom and then off to Florida for the birth of my third grandchild and weeks of spoiling my grandson. Kind of a great life I have going.