Wonky

My brother and my parents are caught in this swirling circle of conflict. No one wants to break it and all are, by their own admission, too old to change. I'm glad I'm far away, I'm stressed I'm far away. We may be heading in their direction in January or Februay, maybe for Mum's birthday, a trip to brighten her days. At least that's my expectation, my hope (which is feeling fragile and bleak).