Home was a time or a place, when our friends were all truly the best of friends and we were all hero's, at least in our own minds. We had dreams of conquering the world, and if our dreams did not work out, we believed that we would be welcome and made to feel safe and protected at home.
As we moved into the world, (what we tried and did, kind of started as a dare) to see who might love the deepest, no matter how lost the others became we felt safe in the knowledge that we could return home.
So when we or the others were lost, home was the beacon and light that we could all move back to and feel safe.
Now as you look back over your life and perhaps yearn to go home to that simpler time you should realize that your children and grandchildren, see where you are as the home they can feel safe to come home to when they have a need.
Gosh, how you have been missed, welcome home!