Away from prying eyes.

I always like getting back. After venturing out. Into the world at large. I feel more at ease. In my element. My cocoon.  Oh, I’m a world traveler. Especially after meeting my Italian amore. Makes me on the go. Makes life an adventure. But I’m most relaxed. When staying at home. In my familiar surroundings.  Where I savor moments of solitude. I’m just back. From a five-day visit. With my dying son Jack. Maybe I should have stayed longer. Until Jack actually dies. But I sensed that maybe Jack wants to die alone. Or only with his wife Melinda at his bedside.  But certainly without me around. I suspect that dying should be a private thing. Away from prying eyes. --Jim Broede