That being said, I'll miss my family and especially the little ones until I come again. Don't think I really considered how a visit like this might affect me, and thankfully everything happens in its time. What's bubbling underneath isn't about anyone I've been with this weekend. It's about me, my history, my losses and my choices. And there simply isn't any way I could explain, so it's a blessing that none of it hit me until now.
Writing helps, and I've got it together a lot more than when emotion just flooded in unbidden. There's nothing new here, after all; I'm just further on up the road, and in a different direction. Life is like that. I'll be OK.