August 7, 2015
Upsides and downsides and upside down. Here today, where tomorrow? August pulled out from under me. I made plans, there was chuckling somewhere, and here I am, packing again. Going not out of duty, but from a deep sense of belonging, a need to be with the tribe in grief as in joy. I want to sit in Rose's apartment with the familiar furniture and paintings and smells, hear/tell the stories and eat deli food and rugelach, make tea, sip schnapps, sigh, cry, laugh, and be Auntie Judy with my chosen sister and her family. It's all about mishpoche.