Every year I go back to the old neighborhood for my Mom and her parade. My aunt, her SIL still owns the house, so we can watch the parade from that lawn. It's been going on for 52 years. At 55, I've been to most of them since. But each year is more difficult for me. The old neighborhood and house, which was my grandparents' is exuding spiritual energy. The massive oak trees were there the whole time bearing witness to five generations and that's just my family. It's alive, but there is a weight.