Background: My estranged brother and estranged mother died within weeks of each other. Under therapy counsel, I have been formalizing my grief as best I can in the absence of traditional ritual and functional bonds. We have been estranged since 1977, but. . . Blood is thicker than water? Family bonds werenae designed to be broken. I have been avoiding open forum because of the way my language circuits scramble unmercifully when I am in crisis. It is hard for me to know when I am spouting profound gibberish. I have been sorting this snotty, knotty mess in my journal and with the most trusted of my peer supporters.

I am currently in SE Kentucky on the non-google-ways from Texas to Delaware. Good thing I don't have my camp gear. I have passed quite allot of swamps, mountainsides and valleys tempting me to abandon the human species once more. *Just* park the pickup truck I have been calling, "Boy Toy" and wander with my dog until my old bones give out. . . As it is, I have managed to keep Boy Toy's wheels spinning and his grill pointed in a North Easterly direction. At my current rate of travel, I should reach the clan center (exposure therapy?) the day after tomorrow. I am giving thought to joining the motor packs on the google-ways for a faster arrival time. Decision pending.

My language circuits seem to be descrambling enough that I am braving this post here in open forum. Asking forgiveness if I am still spouting big-word-multi-lingual-nonsense.

Just an update and appreciation for the support. The Arf be arfin' like a wounded puppy. . . Plying therapy tools. My unlicensed support dog is resting quietly this morning. I am grateful my Persilly is riding shotgun in this journey. What a gift she is! Woofin'.

Prayers (by whatever name) needed and appreciated.