Ready to come home

It’s been a good week; I’ve been able to get a lot of things done. I’m ready to come home, though. I miss my family. Dad is teaching me a lot. It is always humbling to stay with someone who is weak. I see myself trying to avoid it. This morning I was watching the funeral of a pope while sitting with an old man who can’t understand what is going on. Age is scary. Not being in control is scary (as if I am in control – I just enjoy the illusion). But I can learn lots from those who are weak, as much as it’s not comfortable. One day that old man may be me. (I keep threatening my children, anyway). Can’t wait to get home.