One of the most common terms I've known over the years is , "home is where the heart is". If this rings true, then my home has been many places, as has my heart.
We (my little family of four) have spent the last eight days in Carlsbad, California visiting Nanna who moved to Carlsbad from SLC about three years ago after her husband passed. Nanna lives in a very nice gated community that if friendly , welcoming and has everything one could imagine as far as ammenties, to keep any retired person with a full calendar of activities, all within golf cart, biking or walking distance.
But first let me give you a small bit of backgroud that will certainly not encompass the gravity of this story, but might give you some perspective from the author (me).
In my life, one thing has been as sure as the sun rising each day; that from the moment I opened my eyes at birth until this moment as I write this, this woman has been by my side, through my ups and downs , has seen me at my best and worst with a love that is unwavering. So much so that it likely seems unfair to many in my extended family for me to be shown so much favor and grace. My love for her also knows no bounds and transcends lifetimes as well as logic, if there is any logic to the heart. Not only did she raise me as a child, but continues to as an adult. Yes, she still folds my laundry, feeds me and puts me before many things in her life.
In 1998 I came to Los Angles to find peace, heal and gain perspective after a great loss in Utah, which is my home. In 2008, I left Los Angles for may reasons, the biggest however was to be close to her as the glory years of a free 20-30 year old began to close, being closer to family as a grown up so to speak, was on my heart.