"Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
An Essay on Man, Epistle I, 1733"
I always wondered where that expression came from. I was rather surprised to see the whole expression. Before my father, the wild-ass whiskey drinking son-o-bitch died, he told my sister Teresa he was going "home". If Rags said he was going home, you can bet your bottom dollar it exists. I miss you, Daddy. You worked your ass off when you were here, you deserve a rest. See you someday, hopefully not too soon!
PS: Help me to help Mom.