Ringing the doorbell at my parents house (the house I grew up in) and being greeted by my Dad asking 20 questions and making hysterical remarks, comments and observations. Our Yorkshire Terrier Casey running up and down the hall as if he had not seen me in 100 years and my mom in the kitchen cooking up a storm.
To sit at that kitchen table just one more time with both my parents sharing stories, laughing, crying, mending our souls. I would tell them everything I was afraid of and how lost I have been even though I have found a new path to follow. And reassuringly they would say "Everything happens for a reason - you'll be okay" even if they were not sure I was going to be okay.