Aug 3, 2021
3 min read
You can never go home again…
…because it’s lost in time.
It was January of 2005. I flew home to Milwaukee Wisconsin to attend my mother’s funeral. I hadn’t lived in Milwaukee for 20 years. Mom had gotten old and died while I was gone.
The house that I grew up in, which had only been 3 years old when we moved in, was lonely, sad, and in disrepair. The trees and bushes I remembered were gone. Some…
