As of today, Time is a thing of the past. I spoke with Mom this morning. The last house in the village has been torn down. All gone.
In my previous post about this I mentioned that a friend of mine, Tara Kinsell, was writing an article about Time, which is what prompted me to write. She finished it. You can read it online HERE. The article is on page 8 and features my Mom and Dad pretty heavily. There's another article about me and my art and writing on page 7. There's another article about the church I grew up in on page 20 (a picture of which can be seen on the cover of my novel, Scratch), and another about the last house to be torn down on page 28.
I can't go home again, at least to the physical reality that was once there. Luckily Home means a lot more to me than just a place.