I’m leaving on a jet plane by car this morning to head back home. It is not easy leaving all these toyboys behind. Don’t whisper a word to Elly … I’m meeting another one on my way for a coffee and a chat. If I never appear again, my last will & testament is behind the clock!
I will be glad to get home, if only to rest my arms. They ache like hell. It happens every trip. Now I wonder if it has anything to do with hugging Toyboys?
All these journeys start with hugs. Last night I bade farewell and hugged my son-in-law, this morning I was hugged so many times by Elly that I began to get worried… was I going to come back again?
I began to think of all the farewells from my mother as we approached the front door on our way to school. We walked to the door, two or three of us leaving at the same time. ”Have you got your bus fare and your lunch?” was a usual question. Then followed the ritual of her dipping her finger in the tiny Holy Water font beside the door and blessing each one of us with the sign of the cross.
In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost, take you there and bring you home safe!
What rituals did you have before leaving home?