There is something deeply moving about returning to your childhood home after a long absence. The growth of the trees and other subtle changes are disorienting. New has replaced the old and familiar. You then begin to remember the happy times spent with family and friends as well as the hurts, tears and disappointments. It’s as if each memory and experience has been waiting for you to return and gently asks where you’ve been as it is resurrected in your heart and mind. And all you can do is laugh, smile, and cry as you embrace each one.