Going Home

We’re tired. We were ready for it to end. We wanted life to be simple, but it wasn’t. We wanted to be at home and relax, not worry about anything, relish in the embrace of our loved ones, and know we were loved. At the end of our lives, did we achieve our goals and help our loved ones live their best lives? Or were we selfish about thinking only of ourselves? Death is the final resting place and our final home.

Doug HoppesOil Painting
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