Home Going

“There’s no place like home.” – Dorothy, Wizard of Oz

“I pray that you will have the blessing of being consoled… May you know in your soul that there is no need to be afraid. When your time comes, may you be given every blessing and shelter that you need. May there be a beautiful welcome for you in the home that you are going to.” – Irish Blessing

Home starts as structure.
Wood, windows, roof, yard.
We soon realize that home is the heart and the people who reside there, both present and gone.
Mom goes home tomorrow and Wednesday.
She’s already there waiting for us to say our hellos and goodbyes.
Welcome home Mom.

“Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes, we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.” – Irish prayer for the departed

“Where thou art, that is home.” – Emily Dickinson