By Bangin - Own work, CC BY 2.5* Missing home can come in many different ways. It can be the skipped heartbeat when you hear a familiar sound but realize later that it was actually something else or the ringing ears that follow when you remember someone you lost eight years ago but just a year and a half before you left home and its as if time stopped. The memories become a time capsule. It still feels like it was a year and a half ago but then you count the years and it has actually been eight. It seems like yesterday when you were laughing, texting and making plans with them, all to be suspended, it seems, not in the air, some alternative space perhaps, forever. Watching an episode of Frasier today with the husband, just winding down from the day, the character's obsession with the sudden death of another character became my undoing. Things that he said, the particulars of the situation were so similar, that everything just reminded me of you, Vajiha. I tried to suppre...
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