I was born in a small town in Wisconsin. When my parents took me home from the hospital, this was our home. I lived here through my elementary school years and all the way through college. Then I married. I returned often to visit, and 8 years ago, when my dad died, this was a safe haven for my mom--with all the comforts and memories she needed to grieve and heal. A few weeks ago she decided it was time to give up yard work and shoveling, and she move into a beautiful apartment. Today we signed the papers and it now belongs to a young couple who are expecting a child in February. This little house was my parents for over 50 years and holds a lot of memories. So long old house. Blessings to those who will reside under your roof.
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Jean, I just went through a similar thing with my parents (both of them are living) a year and a half ago. And you know, I was surprised at how much I was *not* sentimental about it...and I was even more surprised at how my *mother* was not sentimental. She was so glad to be done with all the yeard and huge housework! And shortly after they moved, my dad developed a number of problems that have severely limited his mobility, so it is *really* good news for them that they are in an apartment close to friends and church. But it was a big step, I have to agree. I was just surprised by the "matter of factness" for all of us (except my dad-he felt pushed around somewhat...but he didn't have any alternative ideas to offfer, and was no help with the yard and housework anymore, so it kind of was just too bad...)
How exciting that another family will have the chance to build warm memories in a home that served your family so well over the years. Home is a wonderful word for sanctuary, isn't it?
Dy
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