I don’t usually remember my dreams, but fragments of one dream have stuck with me. My mom was visiting. I don’t remember exactly what we were doing. Maybe we were touring my workplace, or maybe she was visiting with my children. Everything was wonderful, until I remembered that my mother is dead. And so I asked her if she was dead, and she said that she was but for some reason it didn’t seem to matter right then, because she was there, and it was okay.
Then I woke up, in a world that is full of many things but no longer holds my mother.
I miss my mom.
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Me, too, Seth.
If home’s where the heart is then I’m out of place.
Yeah, me too. I’ve never been more homesick than now.
Bryan Duncan:
There’s a saying: “Your home is where your heart is”
My heart believes it’s true
And my home’s so far away
But the seasons and the scenery keep changing
So I’ll make my home with you
‘Til I’m finally home to stay
When I think of Home
When I’m tired and feeling homeless
I come to You
You’re where my heart is
There are places in this journey I remember
Many faces oh so dear
They can always bring a smile
But no matter
where I am or where I’m going
In my heart you’re always near
You have made my life worthwhile
When I think of Home
When I’m tired and feeling homeless
I come to You
You’re where my heart is
There’s a saying
Your home is where your heart is
My heart believes it’s true
My heart believes it’s true