French Husband and the children, the little bit of France that has been with me while in California, leave for France on Sunday. It will feel strange to be here without them… In the twenty years that I have lived in France I have only been "home to California" twice without my family. Once was for my Father’s 7Oth birthday and the other time was for my dear Aunt Frannie’s funeral.
Before French Husband and I were married we knew we would reside in France…though I had no idea that we were going to live in France for the rest of our lives. The rest of my life! …can you imagine such a change of pace? I honestly believed that we would live in France for a few years then return to California and live here for the rest of our lives.
When the reality dawned on me that the land of antiques and baguettes was going to be my home for a very very very long time I made French Husband promise me one thing- That we would "come home" to visit my family at least once a year. That promise has stayed true and firm.
That promise allows our children to know my family intimately, it also enabled them to experience two cultures, and if the real truth be known it gave me a strong shot of love American style.
When you live far from home, and I mean faraway from home you know there is always a good reason to go back to visit everyday. You soon realize that 22 hours is equal to a journey to the moon. You soon swallow the reality that just because you would love to watch your godchild make his first communion, or see one of your best friend marry, or celebrate your brother’s 4Oth, or your brother’s super cool Halloween party, or your first cousin’s autumn get- together, or your 3Oth class reunion… you simply cannot come back for 95% of the collective memory making that will happen everyday forever. When you live faraway from home you will miss many things that connect you to who you are, and many more moments that will connect you to the collective unconsciousness of your family and friends. The reality of that knowledge can be a hard bite to swallow most of the time.
So when my father took ill, and the days turned into weeks and the weeks ahead have no end in sight- French Husband and I are facing a twist we knew might happen one day- I will stay in California and they will go back to France. The journey ahead is a beautiful mystery- I sure hope to have the courage and grace to walk it.
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