"Home"

As I was sitting in relive society this Sunday feeling lost and out of place, and not really sure why I was there, We or should I say they were talking about faith The teacher told this story about her mother..
My mother was the kind of person who had to know the answers to everything. Her thought process was very scientific. Every thing had to be black and white. she said to me one day, I wish I could have faith and believe like you but I just can't...(her mother was not a member of the church) My mother had been sick with cancer and in and out of a comma for a while before she passed away. After my brothers and I told her we loved her and that she could let go a few minuets before she passed away my mother said the following words... "Home, Home I had forgotten" While in this mortal life my mother had forgotten about where she came from. "Home"
As chills covered my body and I had one of those ahha moments I thought to my self how could it not be true.
I think sometimes even though I can't remember what "Home" was really like I find that I have forgotten "Home" in the craziness and all of the extras around us I think we all have our moments when we get to caught up in it all and forget about "Home"