Home and a cushion

We made it home in one piece, the unpacking began, I always do it before I sit down. We have one bag missing but happily it is one that only has stuff and things. Nothing meaningful.

Never before have I travelled with such important cargo. Not counting my living family.

Now, in my room are memories of my dad and a little bit of him. They surround me physically in a way he does in my memories. Now I see him each morning. He's visiting and staying with us a while. 

It's important. 

I didn't realise just how important.

There is a faint smell of him from the aftershave my nephew sprayed on the T-shirt that my big sister had made into a cushion. 

I've said goodbye to him at my childhood home and welcomed him into my new and for now home. 

I'll show him my garden.

I'll see if he has any advice on my tomatoes.