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Today was my homecoming.

My joy was tempered by utter exhaustion and the look on momma’s face when the doctors gave her the word. I know her tears well.

I am an old man, momma. This we knew from the start. So, let us make the most of each day I am granted. “Try to live in the present,” I can still hear her say. I must remind her of this.

The indignities of life, they are not unique to me. Yet it still surprised me when the geese did not scurry to safety at the mere site of me today.

A lone bird has signaled all of my arrival and I am now greeted by song. It shall help me to sleep today. Yes, I think I will sleep well; I am home.

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