I keep thinking about dieting. It suddenly dawned on me that the word starts with a loss — die. Maybe I can develop a live-it plan to change my life.
I don’t know what “home” is unless it’s inside me. Jen said she was coming home for Christmas and that “home is where the Mom is.”
The journal in which mom wrote this entry is peppered throughout with little quotes and aphorisms. She underlined (in pencil) the one on this page; it was clearly important to her. So I am including it here:
You will never be completely happy on earth simply because you were not made for earth.
When God Whispers Your Name