4,640 miles is a lot of time to reflect. I finally returned home yesterday from a journey of closure. My son wanted to go back to the place of his birth, and the lake we use to visit for family picnics seemed like an ideal place to put him to rest. I arrived before dawn and was greeted by a flock of seagulls who looked on silently but with interest. They parted to let me through to the water but showed no alarm or tendency to flee; it was like they knew why I was there. A strong warm breeze...

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