The last death was of my daughter in law. We came close to losing the newest grandson a few weeks ago.
Last year I started reading How Long, O Lord? Reflections on Suffering and Evil, 2nd ed. by D. A. Carson. On page 130 he says:
Christians ought to be developing a kind of homesickness for heaven. Some want to warn us against being so heavenly minded that we will be no earthly good. I suppose that is possible, but I haven’t found anyone like that yet. Puffed up piety and sentimental religion can make one think much of heaven and love no one down here, but those who are genuinely heavenly minded have the highest incentive to serve well here: they are laying up treasure in heaven.
I wrote about that at some level in “Sorry for Your Loss”. I have heard that some were looking forward to going home, dad was. In the past I have wondered at that. I do no longer. At a significant level, I long to be reunited with those I know, to meet the siblings I never knew, and the grandchild that is already there, and to talk with my daughter in law and see the joy when she sees her daughter again.
I think that I am beginning to understand. I am getting homesick.