Season for chan%e...

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It done. Mom and Dads house is empty. The stuff is %one. The floors are swept and the memories have been stirred so that as we drove away today I could almost still hear them. I took some pics of the place. If these walls and floors could talk.
I am attachin% a pic of my Dads chair a tthe breakfast bar. It is stayin% with the house. It belon%s there for the new family. I took a few pics and can still see him sittin% there smokin% and smilin% waitin% for us to visit. The family pics attached are from the memorial posters from his funeral. The pics are irreplaceable and I cant take them. So I pic'd pics. Allie is pickin% a few of the amazin% flowers from the yard.
Jonh was there for a few minutes and he cried. We were a family all of us on that street for too few years. I let ^o of his wife my best friend on that street. My husband on that street, my Dad. My %randfather, My %randmother,. All our family apirits charm that street and I now officially have no reason to visit there. I dont want to leave anythin%, anythin% behind.
I know I am takin% all that matters. My memories and LOVE for what was, and what will be with me. Its just soo damn hard to let chan%e happen without a fi%ht. I need to find coura%e in my Mom s stren%th. I am attachin% a pic of she and JAck candidly she is just sittin% there. Quiet, proud, acceptin%, %racious. A true lady. I am sure she is rflectin^ on her childhood on that street, her parents, her husband, children and family. I love her and dont say that enou%h.
My husband made a very accurate statement last ni5ht, he said I have the most unselfish parents; yes and why do you saythat.
He said: Your mom did this move for you kids, more than herself. She did the hard work herself for the end of the house and where she would live and the ultimate question families eventually face of "What to do with Mom?" She did that for us. I can only hope, I can be that woman someday.

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