Showing posts with label death of a mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death of a mother. Show all posts

Sunday, July 01, 2012

My mother's house has sold... I'm wrapping my mind around it...

Well... my mother's home is sold, and the new owners are moving in. Really. It is only just now sinking in. I just couldn't wrap my mind around it this week - - or for months, in fact.
This beautiful iris picture is from the moon and stars blog.



















Every bit of this house still has a story with it - - to tell the truth, hundreds of stories to it! The house, the yard, coffee at the kitchen table, talks and laughs.

Pool parties, tomato plants, the sound of the noisy mower, the leaves falling in the Fall, cook-outs in the back yard, watching the bats swoop down into the pool at night, the bird sounds during the day, the white squirrel and the brown squirrels, picking your feet up from the concrete because the sun was baking it.

More memories...

Laughs and shouts outside, the dogs barking next door, the sounds of the wind in the trees, the cicadas calling from the other trees and the wonderful feeling of water in my hair and swinging in the hammock strung between two trees.

The memories can make me cry, and I think my sisters are also sad, one of whom more or less grew up there in middle and high school.

I spent a lot of time there though, and somehow I wish it were NOT sold yet... but I know it's best for the house and the yard to have somebody love it and fix it up the way THEY want. I guess I just want to hang on to things that are already gone. I am homesick for this house, but I must face facts. The house is gone, gone to another family, and things will never be the same.

But I REALLY want the house to just stay the same, and Mom to still be there too. I guess I want to go back to years past, before everything changed. But at the same time, I do know that all things must change in life.

Things don't ever stay the same...













I know that, I do! But still I don't want things to change. Ever.

My mother died in February. And she really loved that house. It would not have been the same to have lived there without her, of course, but still.

Personally, I don't see how anyone that has lived in any house for a long time can bear to sell it, no matter what.

I know this will get better with time. And on the good side, a really nice family is living there now. I am sure they will take good care of it.

Betsyanne

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