When I go home I go back to my childhood. Back to my roots.... The house hasn't changed much since 1962. It has aged and there is an addition on the back. Mom is there in spirit, untouchable in physical form. Tired at the end of a day, I sleep well. I stand where she stood. There is comfort found sitting in her chair. I've noticed we all do that, we children and grandchildren ... we sit in her chair ... subconsciously seeking her closeness.