Going Home Subtle shifts occurring on the Rockford home front. Instead of going to my parents first we went straight to the farm. True, the event we were coming in for was as the farm to celebrate the farm being in Kristi's family for 133 years. But still we usually show up early and hang with Mom and Dad first. I was glad to avert the pit stop in Rockford. Something about that place makes me sad. Mostly to know that my parent's will spend the majority of what's left of their life in that house. I hate that awful house as much as I love it. It's been HOME since I was 12. Everything pivotal occurred from there - In that house - I questioned authority. In that house - I discovered the lurid power of secrets and shame. In that house - I witnessed the passing of my youth, my grandparents. When I return to that house finally, I will have to dismantle it. And that fact looms. The reality of aging and loss seep through every seam and cr
