When I'm alone after John's nightmare ends, there are basically 3 options: 1) Just stay put. 2) Move nearer T & Meg - wherever that might be. 3) Return to the mountains where I'd be near my niece & nephew and their families.

1 or 2 makes more sense but the mountains just keep calling me home...

These Are My People, These Mountains Are My Home
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These are my people, these mountains are my home,
In the valleys deep and peaks where we roam.
Roots run strong through the earth and stone,
In the quiet hills where our spirits have grown.
Each face is familiar, each voice like a song,
In the warmth of this place, where we all belong.
Through joy and sorrow, in peace and in strife,
These mountains hold the stories of life.
When the winds howl with grief, and hearts are torn,
We gather together, even when worn.
For these are my people, strong and true,
In the shadow of the ridges, we pull through.
In the morning mist and the setting sun’s glow,
Through hardship and heartache, together we grow.
These are my people, these mountains stand tall,
In the arms of each other, we never will fall.
Through every storm, we find our way,
In the heart of the hills, we will stay.
These are my people, these mountains my own,
Forever together, forever at home.