Back "Home"

Yesterday I was in Jerusalem. Today I am back home. It seems like when I finally got somewhat used to being away without Mason, it was time to come back home without him, and oddly enough, coming back home seemed even harder than leaving was. I don't really understand it. It just is. It doesn't matter where I go or where I am. There is someone, part of me, missing and I suppose that I won't be complete until we're all home together in Heaven.