I want to go home I said at the funeral. I don't know why.I said it at home with husband at my side. You are home,
he said over and over. I didn't believe him. I've said the same
thing for over ten years.I really do want to go home. I
remember how warm, how full, how happy and carefree
my home was. This is our final move he tells me now.
This is home till we die.
I don't believe him.