From across the country, I watch my nephew’s family on their adventures, outings to the beach, fun times with friends. In the faces of his children, I see my brother’s face, my sister’s. They are all blond, thin and sturdy, healthy kids, outdoor kids, I can tell from here. I see them and their mom. I don’t see my nephew.

I know that right now he needs to be somewhere else.

So I don’t question, don’t inquire. I long ago learned that I don’t need to know everything.

It isn’t my place to ask questions with difficult answers.

No one needs to explain their lives to me. Their decisions. Their living situation.

I am glad just to see such bright little faces. Just now, another post.

We’re here, the post says to me. We’re here and well and living life.

Me, too, I think. Me, too.

All of us in our different places.