My parents' home was in the north of town, at the end of a long road. They sold it in 1998. Even at that time, when I was there for the auction, it was surreal. Now, 6 years later, I am contemplating a pilgrimage there this summer, and simultaneously look forward to it, and dread it. Of course it will not be like it was. I don't know how to digest how it will be. But I feel I must go...