In the nursinghome where my father lives there are only deeply demented people. They are in an enclosed area, for their own good. They can’t get out and they don’t really want to get out. But they do want to go home. Every time I visit my father someone is asking to go home. The nurses distract them from the theme, because the people don’t really know where home is anymore, only the feeling of ‘home’ has remained. It is so heartbreaking and sad; they want to go home but have no memory anymore of where or what that is. It gives me this feeling of when you miss someone you deeply and intensely love but fail to remember who that is. A sense of feeling for light in complete and eternal darkness. I recognize this within myself as a deep, deep loneliness. A loneliness that expresses itself in a intense longing for connection. A longing for home.
My father got to go away. He was in the company of the three wise man on January 6th. I believe he is home now.