You know that anxiety and dread you get when you wake up and something hits you as being so real when you don't even know what day it is. Smashed into me there. 3:00am.
My Aunt died on Wednesday. I got the international call about it. Times like this you realise how far from home you are. I don't miss Scotland or the Uk that much, but it was the "favourite" aunt, and today is the first anniversary of my Dads death. Just a tough time. For me it's good to write these things down, put them here rather than talk out loud about them. Many other great things going on in my life. I guess being this far from loved ones at this point is difficult. Never thought I was a "home bird".
Still, sadness can be good for us from time to time. Grounds us. I'm not feeling sorry for myself and I smile at the lifetime of stories my family has given me. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes happy others sad.