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Our favorite banyan tree on the trail surrounding our community. Last Monday I returned to my paradise~ my home in Florida~ just in time to go out to dinner with good friends and then to the clubhouse for game night to play canasta. I don’t like going away and being away, but I love the warm greetings I get from my tribe here when I return. It somehow fills the emptiness I experience when I walk into my house, which remains void of another breathing human and dog waiting for me. The house and all its furnishings, appliances, and photographs seem to hum as I walk through, making me feel joyful and sad simultaneously. My life now is as if I’m trapped in a paradox; every day is bittersweet. I have all intentions of moving forward, I really do, but then it’s as if there’s a bungee cord attached to me, when I’m in a moment where I’m content or even more than that. The cord stretches just far enough until, suddenly, it snaps, bringing me back to the ...