My little family has long since outgrown the small house we bought when I was 18.
l’m certain those distant shores will never been called home. Remaining family and friends that are dear as family provide adequate anchor. Besides, there are certainly worse places in which to call hone.
My memories of Indiana have faded over the years. I make it back infrequently enough to be counted as a bad brother, cousin, nephew. You know how it is. Life gets in the way. It is always “that next project at work..” or “that next field trip…” and when we do finally take a vacation, there often seem to be more alluring places to visit than the Ohio Valley.
Still, seeing my old home town on the news this week has provoked some poignant thoughts. With thoughts turned to the loss of life and utter destruction, my heart reaches out to the people affected by this tragedy.
Moments like these remind us that what happens in one part of our world, affects us at home. We are, after all, neighbors.