I just saw that you responded to my poem today. You must somehow know that I am back already. When I told you I was coming back home today, that had been my original plan, but I changed it to come back last night when I bought my tickets. I didn't bother letting you know, because I'd already said I was taking a break after my 9/12 session. I just realized today is 2 weeks already since then. Ah. Now I get why you responded to my poem today. Yes, I do understand what "soul friend" is. I already did before you ever told me about Anam Cara, I just didn't know that there were words for it. I could have called you this morning and asked to come this afternoon, to debrief from my visit with my Mom, and you probably would have said yes, but... I don't really feel the need to. We had a really good visit. We even talked about my struggles in my marriage some and she was pretty darn insightful and understanding about it all. And I cried at the airport when I hugged her goodbye; I didn't want to leave. It's not lost on me that she's almost 80. And she was telling me all about how she's getting her affairs in order, prepaying her funeral, and all that stuff because she doesn't want us kids to have to deal with all the things she dealt with when my Dad died. It took me 56 years to find forgiveness for her and to be able to start getting to know her as a person. And now at the same time I am facing her mortality. I am doing what I learned in therapy, I am letting myself sink into the feelings, and now I am writing them as I learned in the writing your way home course. I will keep this piece to show you if/when I come back. I sort of wish you hadn't responded. Because now I want to reply!! But I can't let myself. Sometimes I really hate that we met the way we did. But I guess we wouldn't have met any other way, would we have? The limits of this relationship suck raw eggs sometimes. That feeling of wanting more of you than I can have is back again. I need to write about that some more. I love you.