One of the best and worst things about the end of a trip is coming home. I think I violated many traffic laws trying to get back to my family as soon as possible after our mission trip. But even with the quick trip back we still had fun on the end of the journey. I learned more about my traveling companions like Cindy's rough start to life and her interesting college stories as well as Karen's ability to sleep sitting up without drooling or snoring (something I have yet to master).
When I got home there was no big party or fanfare. Yes the kids were excited to see me (for at least two seconds), but basically not a whole lot had changed with them over the past week. I on the other hand had had a great spiritual awakening so it was a bit of a let down to get just a hug and then have them turn back to Sponge Bob and the computer.
Ms. B has been out of her home for four years and I suspect that when she finally gets back in it will be good and bad all at once. She's not the same person she was before the hurricane and won't be even when she gets back into her home. She's now seen many angels and been one herself to many people. She'll be happy to have a new home that is safe and secure but will probably still remember the sadness of loosing something so close to her.
I think that's why we fear death at times. We know that the afterlife is filled with abundance and something far better than what we have here but we know that we'll be leaving something that we've grown to love whether that be people, pets, a career, a home, etc.
I hope that you see homecomings as bittersweet because then you know you've enjoyed your time away and also long to come back.
Until Everyone Hears,