I went home last month for my mother’s Celebration of Life event last month. I’ve been sick basically since the second day I got to the old farmhouse and today is the first day I’ve felt well enough to consider looking at the photos. I don’t think I’m allergic to the USA, but I might be allergic to something at my mother’s old house. That damp basement just might be the cause!
It’s completely unlike me, but I barely took any photo. I have no idea why. I wanted to and had my phone with me. I didn’t get a single photo of one of my brothers, nor my much loved niece. I didn’t even take photos when my niece and I walked out into the pasture. What’s wrong with me? I think I was in a daze the whole trip.
Trips home are disorienting, but honestly, this was the best trip to Bloomfield in my adult life. Despite the sad occasion, it felt very welcoming to me. Here are the few photos I took. So sorry to be such a bad chronicler.