A few days before my mom died, she told me, “I’m dying. It’s okay, I’ve seen that it is all okay.” My mother was going home. Going home to God. This is what she believed. As did my father, who died on Christmas morning. "O Jesus Christ, Thy Manger is my paradise." This is what he believed. My belief about heaven is different from theirs. But death, I do believe, brings us home.