So it was with relief that I hopped on the train back to Kingston and walked through the doors of my home. I walked around opening windows, grabbed something to drink from the fridge and then went out on the deck. I sat down in the chair and soaked in the view. It was good to be home.

I knew part of me should feel bad about being home with everything going on with dad, but he was insistent about me returning home.

"You'll do no good rambling around here. We'll get on each other's nerves and, well, as hard as it is for me to say this, your mother...