I have lived on my own, away from home, for almost seven years. I have always made my home wherever I find myself and have enjoyed my independence. There are times, however, when being away from my first home is difficult. There are also responsibilities that come along with independence that can make going home difficult. I guess that's all part of the life of a Mennonite seminarian who has a summer job in Indiana, a 24 hour drive from home.
Yesterday my grandma Buhler went home. I am remembering her as a woman of prayer, of generosity and humility. Her passing was not altogether unexpected and she was very ready to "go home."
I like how my sister put it in her blog, she was healed.
(http://whatelseisred.blogspot.com/)
However, it is still a time of grief and remembering, and at a time like this I am reminded of how far away from home I am.
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thinking of you
We missed you this weekend. It's something I've missed to with being some distance from Hudson Bay, not being able to make it for certain things. I have a brooch of grandma's for you and I think Mom is going to send you the funeral card thing. Better watch the mail! (Oh no, now the pressure's on to get that in the mail...)
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