It’s good to be home. I took a bittersweet journey away from home to help my kin in the final arrangements of my mom’s estate but we enjoyed stories of days long ago, solved a couple of mysteries and I dodged ugly rumors that the frosty weather they were experiencing came with me. I didn’t know I could control the weather but coincidence that as I was to travel back home the winter weather followed my exit.
We enjoyed reflecting on the paintings she made and belongings of sentimental value or family history. Boxes of photos and forgotten slides that stir up memories of the past or questions of “who the heck is that person?!”
One highlight was I got to meet my nephew for the first time. He wasn’t born yet when I was there after Dad passed away. He’s quite the little character and ladies’ man. He’s most likely going to skip the walking stage and go straight to running.
And I met friends that my mom & dad had made in their new neighborhood. It was a great gathering and their kindness touched my heart and soul.
All I have to show of my visit are some random pictures and memories.
Until next time…
~hobo
HR hobo 
I clearly remember some of these paintings in Westlake Village. Especially the last one 💙
Sending love as you begin a new normal. Both your parents meant so much to me. I was blessed your mom always called me, Daughter #2.
Love you, forever friend.
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Not sure I’m adapted yet but will get there soon enough. Mom even had one painting in progress but at least we knew who it was for and her friend came to pick it up. Wet paint & all.
love you, too, big sis! 🙂
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Sorry to hear about your mom passing. Where did they go after Hollister Ranch?
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Thank you. They went to AZ then later to SC to be closer to my brother… he doesn’t get snow. lol!
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