I am feeling nostalgic today. I was listening to recordings of my dad - who died earlier this year - playing French horn. He played in the symphony in my home town in California. I never got to hear him play due to the fact that he was in a motorbike accident when I was four years old. I am thankful for the recordings, but I always wish I could have heard and seen him play in person.
I like the origins of the word 'nostalgia'. There is a pain in knowing you can never 'return home', isn't there? It conveys so well this longing - this deep, deep longing - that will never be fulfilled this side of eternity.
Change is hard. It speaks to the fact that our eternal souls, bound in mortal bodies, were not meant for loss and separation and this 'cutting off' that came with sin and free will and all things 'human'. We long for stability - for a place that will always be there when we need a haven or retreat from the (sometimes) harsh realities of this world. And unfortunately, sometimes that place is not there; hence the pain - this wandering about the earth looking for a home that no longer exists...
I'm not feeling very philosophical or able to argue intelligibly today; I just miss my daddy.