When you think about home what kind of images do you conjur up in your head? I don’t mean the kind of home that CS Lewis describes; when we will travel further up and further in at last, but the home that you know here. Is it a place? Is it a feeling, or a sense?
The 4 of us are trying to figure out that new home. Not where we’ll put our stuff when we move to Wisconsin, but when we find that sense of home that feels safe, familiar, and less lonely.
We are searching for our new idea of home. It includes people that knew Rob, and people just meeting us who have no conception of what we’ve lost. We feel a little like an untethered string- each his own, but at least tethered to one another as we float. Forever changed, but still the same - and how do you reconcile that? Time - I’ve heard again, and again, and again. It just takes time. I don't’ think there’s enough time.