The Healing Trip (Part 14)

My brother would never return to our childhood home--the home of his adult life. I knew it. No one had to tell me; I knew it like I knew the love of my parents, by instinct. They never had to tell me in so many words, even though they did and often, but I always--by nature--knew it. Felt it. And now, I reconciled myself to the fact that my brother's last step out of the house on Dogwood Drive would be his last step out of the house on Dogwood Drive. He'd called out, "See you later, girl," to his cat, Vanessa. But he would not. Not until such a time when she walks across the Rainbow Bridge and meows until she finds him. On July 31, 2019, 64 years from the day our parents married, I walked int

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