It was the 1980s and nothing could ever make us unhappy. We were whole - a family and we celebrated as if the world would never end...at least not for us. Our family was invincible. But, over the horizon lurked a bandit of time and we went down, one by one. Illness, death, growing up, leaving home, natural disasters...tempered by the strength we drew from on another until there were two at Christmas dinner. The last one I would spend with my mother, And then there were none.
I ached, I cried, I tried in vain to start over, but peace never found a new place in my heart.
Every year I hope it will be my last. I am tired and I want to go home with the rest og my loved ones.
My only solace is that one day I will take the Last Train Home and I will be at peace again. With those I love most.
