2 weeks ago, Dad sold his house. That's the black and white of it.
But, oh, it covers a multitude of deep and hard emotions...
That house... our home. The place we all last remember mom, sitting in her recliner, smiling happy... cooking up a storm in her kitchen... entertaining friends joyful around her welcoming table... the boisterous Christmas celebrations all together...
That home is now empty... belongs to strangers... and the weeks leading up to the sale have been hard... filled with packing, so much packing and sorting... and talking... reminiscing... and just plain hard work, inside and out...
The realtor was compassionate, but a bull-dog, and the home sold quickly... estate sale was a whirlwind, and all of a sudden, much too soon, the house was empty...
That was a hard thing... closing that front door and walking away from all the memories we have made over the years...
A piece of our heart remains...
for this has been a home filled with love and laughter
Being gentle with ourselves these days as we allow the sadness, weep over the goodbye, trace the legacy created here, and determine to carry the joy forward.
Trusting in the strength of family and God's sweet Grace
as we walk into our next chapter... with Hope
For There is Hope even in the midst of transition,
My Love, Always,
Jane
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