Each Memorial Day, as a child, I recall my father listening to (and later watching on TV) the running of the Indy 500 – from start to finish. And I recall as part of the festivities the playing of the song “Back Home Again in Indiana”. Never in my imagination would I have thought that the sentiments of that song would be so real for me as they are today.
It was strange leaving Buffalo on Monday morning (the city where I was raised and to which we had returned for Mom’s memorial service -with additional time spent to sign legal papers, and for time with our families). I had the sense that I was leaving home in order to go home.
Arriving in Jeffersonville Monday night at 7 pm (we decided to have dinner at the airport to let the bridge traffic thin out from rush hour) we realized on walking in the front door that we were home. And really glad to be home in this community of faith which has, in a very short bit of time, become such an important piece of our hearts and lives.
Walking in to our home tonight I became convinced that it was similar journey that my Mother made. She left the home she had known here among us for 92 years – a home that was familiar and good. She left this home to go to a new home which was also immediately recognizable to her as home; a real and comfortable home which is different and has allowed her to interact in new ways with her loved ones, friends, and with the God and savior she had known in her earthly life “through a glass darkly” but now she knows face to face.
So while I have the sorrow of loss and parting I also know to my depth that she IS home. And it will be a home to which I will also be welcomed – as will you in your time! And we will be “Home again…” in new life.