Four letters that connote tremendous meaning. My simple answer is that home means my husband, my daughter and those whom I love and who love me. All the rest in life amounts to trappings. They can be substituted one for another anytime, anywhere. But those who mean the world to me can never be replaced.
And the trappings I prefer to surround myself with…are my memories. Special moments…irretrievable occurrences…and feelings…of happy times, perhaps some bittersweet.
These are the only furnishings I can take with me to the end of my life. All else…conjured of material substance…even flesh…will disintegrate.
The only obstacle to keeping my treasure trove of reminiscences safe will be Alzheimer’s. No matter my destiny as far as that’s concerned though. I will cherish, for as long as I’m able, every breath that I take…every memory that I make…surrounded by my husband, my daughter…and those whom I love and who love me.
…home…my own special place in the grand scheme of things…
………hugmamma.
hugmamma's MIND, BODY and SOUL 
HOME is LOVE. Both four letter words, both as necessary as breathing. Home is where the heart is, and your heart is a warm, safe and caring place.
Thank you for this great post Hugmamma!
~Mar
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Wow! Seems like forever since I’ve connected with you. Have missed you lots! Hope all’s well in your cozy corner of the world. Will defintiely be by to see what you’ve been up to. I’ve been on hiatus because of my cats who’ve needed special care…and because I was away on a beautiful vacation. In fact, we flew from Seattle to Amsterdam enroute to London and then Southampton. So perhaps I flew over your house? 🙂
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I totally agree with your philosophy about memories and home. I love to travell, but home is my most favorite place to be. Nothing beats spending time at home with my husband and cats. I visualize the happy memories we have made when I am feeling particularly stressed.
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Happy memories are a stress buster for me as well. When negativity tries to creep in…I escape to the positive energy of reminiscences that warm my spirit. It takes practice, but is so worth the effort.
hugs for the thoughtful comment… 🙂
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Today I met with my uncle. He’s 88 and I don’t get to see him very often. We looked at old photographs, laughed and reminisced. It was good. On the way home I determined to start a new family blog – just full of gems like this. I’ve shared some chittlechattle already, but this will be more personal. Then…. if the big A rears its head all will be safe. Do I need another blog? In this instance……. YES!
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ha, ha…i agree. family is priority. go for it, firlfriend… 😉
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