Family seems to take a lot of rethinking these days as my kids get older and my mom and sisters too. Because all of us are linked to place, a bikeride through, for instance, the Hillsdale subdivision of south Regina becomes a laying down and picking up of memory and observation about family.
"Oh, we sure used to have fun in that house," Mom told me a few years ago as we drove past a house on Massey Road. Some old friends, very frail themselves and not so mobile anymore, will never see Mom again, is the kind of thing I'm trying to say.
And my youngest daughter, formerly a regular at the pool just east of here on a hot summer day like this, has gone to audition for acting work in another city.