The words and melody for this song are written by Ms. Kathy Brigman Haupt. This song, Welcome Home, is included on this album because of the strong emotional, family feelings David’s mother had as a result of the song being written for her sister’s memorial. David's mother was so taken by the personalness of this song, that Kathy, who was David's mother's grand-nice, sent a framed copy of the words to David's mother, which was artistically created by one of Kathy's cousins, Donna Hicks. David's mother hung that framed set of words on her bedroom wall, where they remained until she died.
Special thanks to Ms. Haupt for granting permission to include this song on this album, and to create the arrangement and recording used for the recording.
Some years ago before she was married, Ms. Haupt was recruited by the editor’s father to become youth minister at their Southern Baptist church in Annapolis. She accepted and served in that capacity for a year. (She met her future husband there.)
While serving as the youth minister, Ms. Kathy Brigman lived with the editor’s parents. During that year her paternal grandmother, as part of her lifelong role of helping others, had gone to help out another granddaughter in Alaska (the cousin to Ms. Haupt who later artistically prepared the framed copies of the song's words), while that granddaughter had an operation. Ms. Fern Brigman died very suddenly and unexpectedly while in Alaska. Because Kathy had been very close to her grandmother, Kathy wrote the words and music for this song as a tribute for her grandmother, the editor’s aunt.
Ms. Haupt recalls her feelings at the moment of being notified her grandmother had died unexpectedly, as being –
When I was told grandmother had died while in Alaska helping my cousin Donna, it was sudden and shocking. As I sat in my office at church the morning after her death, I was filled with sorrow. Looking out the window at a beautiful, crisp sky, I began to think about how things must now look from Grandmother's point of view. I was so sad, but grandmother was in the presence of God. I began to scribble my thoughts on paper and put them to a tune.
I thought of her joys of flying above and beyond our human body’s limitations; no more aches and pains; hearing the voice of God call your name, not in a fearful way, but as a beloved child He has been waiting for to come home. I thought of all my grandmother had done for the Lord in her life, and her sincere love for God. God had showed me his love through her life, and I could imagine His joy at her well lived life. And so, the song became a tribute.
After a year as the Youth Minister in Annapolis, Ms. Haupt returned to Columbia, South Carolina, where she returned to being: