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April
2, 2002
I realize home is not where I live. Love of family
and friends helps determine what I call home. It’s about spirit. It’s about
where my thoughts are.
I’ve lived
in many places in many houses, but what I remember are feelings. Comfort as
a child in a set routine so that I was never frightened of the unknown; the
overwhelming joy and love for my children from the day they were born; and
the anxiety for them in time of illness, disappointment, or sorrow. It’s as
if I am the word HOME. It exists within me. I make a home wherever I
can express and receive love.
My
house is a comfort to me – a place filled with familiar things. It is only
a place which houses me while I concentrate on the important things
in life - my children, my grandchildren, my friends, school, a new Hospice
patient. . . .
Home
is nestled within.
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