Back To The Future
We lost our home about eight years ago and whenever I happen to drive by it, a part of me thinks that if I were to pull in the driveway and go knock on the front door, I will walk in and find all of us still there, our pictures on the wall and something going on in the kitchen as usual. The memories for that home are frozen in time from eight years ago. A few months ago, I had another visit to the past only this time I walked back twenty-six years. In another life I was married with a little girl, went through a tumultuous divorce but remained in contact with my former mother-in-law. I had been part of that family for a decade and my girl was just five when it all came crashing down. Until my girl was senior in high school, I made sure she communicated with her grandma regularly. We sent copies of her art and essays, lots of pictures and each birthday, Mother's Day and Christmas was also recognized. When she was eight, I remarried and my husband adopted her. Grandma was kept...