magnolia boulevard
This was the last place that I saw my little brother, William. He was 20. We may have hugged or shook hands, I don’t remember. I watched him get onto that long Greyhound bus, feeling a wretched sadness, an overwhelming longing that this parting should not happen; a dark panic of goodbye before he disappeared across a vast ocean.
This post that I've re-blogged from 'The Way Home' is a shows a meaningful and difficult journey James has taken and found joy on the other side.
well executed!