Heading north; family stops along the way. Laura used to be one of them. It’s an unconscious moment or time travel to a happy memory and feeling of another time.
There’s something about sisters, at the least the sisters we were, where I always felt welcome stopping by. Sometimes it was ‘crazy hour’ when I caught her after work; sometimes it was at work, finding her in her element. surrounded by little kids at a daycare she loved. Ah, memories, emotions, feelings, life…
She’s missed; life moves on.
While you can’t ever go back and relive past glories, Anne, there are always better ones perpetually gathering.
Oh what a scheme, I done did dream –