morning
This is the tenth day of our vacation, and we are nearing the end of our Road Scholar tour.   Mitch, my Sharon, and myself go on to Rome without our comrades Sunday.

Mitch, Sharon, and I started life together when Mitch was very young. Hmm, I guess that I was young, too!

We bused up to Rovello, visited the incredible medieval villa there, and then walked down the Incan Trail, er, the 1500 actual stone steps back down the mountain to Minori. My watch said 90 floors.
afternoon
We swam in the warm ocean, and had a nice dessert in an ocean side plaza, complete with sparkling waters.
Nice!

Sharon and I would love to become transformed into Southern Italians. We love the land, and the people!

On to Napoli and museum tour on Saturday.
Road Scholar ends Saturday evening. I will miss the group, some genuine connections were made.
Family trip ends Wednesday. The results of that experiment have yet to be tabulated. Cyber Ninjas will not be used for an audit, in case of contested result.
The famous Greek diver in the ancient painting (found in Paestum in a tomb), diving into the unknown and perhaps into death or transformation, is great symbolism for our trip.
insights for the day

To become a parent or a step parent is often to become ignored, misunderstood, or invisible. To become grandparents to the children of these discontented children is to become an alien being.

I just wanted to give our #1 grandson one final chance to get to know us, before adulthood and irs oppressive responsibility, and the family history and its misunderstanding, kicked into high gear. The hijacking of yet another victim into family Stockholm Syndrome and other folie-a-deuxs, with the subsequent self justified condemnation of the innocent becomes normalized within the spiritually and emotionally disrupted family system..

I am no longer chasing the imsge of a grandfather that I was never allowed to be. I am now the person that God intended for me to be. I had momentary disillusionment, then a feeling of liberation.

Be well, Mitchell, Tony, and Jasper, you are free to be who you are, without no further influence from me parading around as the grandfarher you do not need. My apologies to the family for trying to assume a role that I was never welcomed by the family to accept.

Andiamo avanti!

We also continue to face our ancient and insistent companion on this infinite journey, Morte.

Piano piano troveremo un equilibrio

Categories: Musings

Bruce

I am 69 years old, and I am a retired person. I began writing in 2016. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of 36 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. Readers have shown they are not interested in the rest of my bio.