When I was a child I always recognized the tight knit family dynamic I was living in. It was always vivid in color. Like a rainbow in a child's picture book. All the colors, all the feels, all my childhood. And as the years have gone by, I've still seen this dynamic in all it's glorious color, just not as often. You see, I fled the nest, moved South and never came back. So the color is still bright, just not shining directly in my face everyday. But a phone call, a visit and or a face time can bring me right back. Or in the case of yesterday, grief.
