Thoughts on a circle closing in London on Thanksgiving

Though my dad was born in Brooklyn (of British parents who had recently emigrated), he returned to Birmingham before he was one.

 

I'm now the remaining Foster—with my brother but he's struggling.

 

I have lived in New York City most of my adult life, and only recently left on my own uncertain way.  However, I've flown to London for ten days over Thanksgiving.

 

I have barely any agenda, though I have enjoyed time with business and personal friends.

 

I've been napping and reading on the couch at my rental flat most of the time.

 

It occurred to me if I died here, which is highly unlikely, I would have closed the circle on my immediate family's entire journey.  My dad was an engineer.  I wonder if he'd enjoy the symmetry or mathematics of that.

Or surprise me that he liked the poetry or narrative.

I bet he’d appreciate the distance the four of us travelled together. The force and angle of trajectory too.

 

Honoring my brother, my mother, and my father on this distant and late Thanksgiving 2024.  I love you all—and likely will continue to do so from my side for many years to come.  Or not!  But just so you know.