
It's where I was born.
It's where both of my parents were born.
My sisters and my daughter live there with their families.
Nebraska is also where I spent my mother's final days.
It's where we buried her on Thursday.
It's where I'll always see her in my mind . . .
Her grave is next to her parents -- my grandparents -- and two of her siblings. There are nearly 30 members of our family buried there close to her.
Her grave looks over a Nebraska field.
Jordan and I explored her new neighborhood the night after we buried her.









We were fortunate to watch the full moon rise over her resting place.
Now that we have tied up most of the details, the reality that we will miss her in ways that we can't yet imagine is settling uncomfortably.
But, I feel like she is home.