I was lost.
Dad was gone and I felt empty.
Gordon and I assimilated easily into our new community in the Adirondacks of upstate New York. We joined my parents' church, kept busy with the old lakehouse, the huge yard and the ailing machinery. I sang in the the tiny church choir directed by my mother, enjoyed extended family gatherings and visited my ninety-seven year old grandmother who lived nearby in the family homestead.
I bought a kayak, swam in our pool, walked on our country road, volunteered in the fledgling arts organization, and played old-timey music with an elderly Adirondack woman.
Still there was something missing.
The itch to find a new calling remained unsettled. Leaving my career and the hustle bustle of the Metropolitan DC area was finally settling in.