For any of it.
The mirror worlds are filling my life today:
kids away / kids home
the need to shop for Christmas / the need to pack to fly to Zimbabwe
a thank you note to a book club in Calgary / Christmas cards not yet sent
the coming to the end of good work done / the worry of not being able to make it right
the squeamish girl getting needles for thyphoid / the squeamish girl contemplating the possibility of the death of the first of her mother's sisters.
the anniversary of my father's death on Sunday / one year since the death of my dad.I am the little girl who loved her daddy. And I love my Aunt Pauline. And I loved my mom. And my brother. Ouch. So much death.
And I love my children who are very much alive and arriving or about to arrive home - the "family assemblage" as one of them emailed me today. I am only now booking his flight home. There are no Christmas lights on my house yet. I'm am not doing what I should when I should be doing it.
Thank God I have finally found my passport but I can't find my suitcases. I'm leaving on January 9th or 10th, I can't remember.
