June 5, 2013
I experienced a trickle of family warmth this week. I spoke to both of my nieces. It was like a little thread of love found it's way to me. I have been astounded at how completely my family relationships have folded up and moved on. Like we were all accessories in my father's life, swirling around him on vacations and holidays. A place and a presence that kept us together, a purpose to gather. And now scattered, and wayward, we drift away and discover the link between us is remarkably fragile and unreliable. And we thought that love was binding.