My cousin Francabolla (Lynn's sister) is on her way home to face a terribly sad reality. I want to hop on a plane and join my family, to share their grief, to give support, to pray outloud with them, to wash our sorrow in tears... to hold their pain in my embrace. It is at times like this, in sorrow and in celebration of life that I feel the distance, the great divide, the many miles of separation as defeating.
It is at times like this, in sorrow and in celebration of life that I feel the distance between France and the California as the great divide. The many miles of separation as defeating. It is the one of the aspects, the biggest one in my opinion, that is hard to hold.
I want to be in Willows. And I could go... it is only a matter of money, time, family, commitments ...
I have said many times to myself that I cannot go back whenever I want to-- that the size of our family is large enough that if I went home for everything I wanted to go home for, I would have to live in California, and visit my family in France on Bastille day.
Oh the joy of having a big family, oh the sadness that will come from saying goodbye to those I love... a million cousins means a many goodbyes. Lynn is the first one I will have to say goodbye to on the Amaro side. I can hardly bare the thought this faraway!
So instead I go through the emotions of living far away with an uneasy grace.
And look at airline tickets,
and ask myself why not?
Thank you for your many prayers and good intentions towards Lynn's family .