I’m taking a multi-media studies course this semester, and as my final project, I’m attempting to put together a coherent narrative of our reunion experience. It has forced me to watch all of the footage I took with my little blogging camera that I haven’t had the emotional fortitude to review since I shot it. My emotions are in a swirl all over again, but I love listening again to Omma’s laughter, the timbre and cadence in her voice; even her weeping brings me close to her. It makes the love in my heart for her swell and makes me miss her fiercely. But even that ache of absence is sweet and fills the heavy emptiness of bygone years.