We regularly hear from Lydia how thankful she is to be at home.  Generally, she is thankful for where we live, our home, our family; and then sometimes she gets specific: " I am so thankful for my bed!  I love my bedroom!"    Whenever she remembers her last weeks at Holland Bloorview, she cries.  We are begining to learn about some of her confusion and fear, when she was there, that she would never be able to come home, that she did not know where she was, or how to get home, even if she could.  This pulls at our hearts.  It is confusion and desperation we cannot begin to imagine.  We are thankful that we brought her home when we did, and thankful she can recover at home.

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. 
Maya Angelou