Heading to Omaha tonight for my great-aunt's funeral...
One of the strange things about living a few states away is the distance that inevitably happens between you and your family. I'm not talking physical distance (I get that part, obviously) but emotional space between those you're closest to. Sometimes distance is good (ie: the ability to remove yourself from small town drama) and other times, distance is isolating. Deaths are like that - it never really sinks in that someone's gone until you come back to town and face it. Until then, I'm living in my own perfect Mpls bubble. And I like it that way.
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