“Home,” what a word that evokes so many thoughts of trauma, happy memories, and who can begin to explain how you’ll react. “Home” can be with newly found friends; or old pals from childhood or later years. “Home” can be a state of mind or a location in Memories and Time. That’s how I feel this morning as I prepare for our PWP (Parents Without Partners) Conference in Belleville, IL.
The drive to Fairview Heights, IL yesterday conjured both happy and sad memories. Memories of “Little Bernie” struggling with the divorce of Bernard Sr and I; memories of us finding a sanctuary of like minded, single parents struggling with the same problems I was (PWP), and making happy memories (and many new friends).
Once we arrived in Fairview Heights, IL we drove past Lynda Culpepper’s house. Lynda was one of the first friends I made at Belleville Chapter 559. Bernard Jr became close friends with her 3 youngest boys, and it broke his heart so long ago when they moved to northern Illinois to be near her family due to her health problems. But that’s how Life is: a journey of happy and sad memories that you travel with that molds you into the person you become.
RIP Lynda. It’s good to be “home” with you and my memories. Onward..,