Proper Care and Feeding of Ghosts

On Halloween, the ghosts were rampant. K and I finally got a chance to speak about the nature of family and our excitement and trepidation of the future. Today, I emailed her for the first time on my own, sending her photos of our tribe and just acknowledging her. It felt so good to me.

In my second response to her, I referenced Frost's The Road Not Taken. It sums up the experience I've had since I veered off the traveled road.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.