I have been cleaning out the home I have grown up in. My parents purchased the home when my Mother was very pregnant with us 40 yrs ago.
When my twin died it was comforting living here. I think I was afraid of losing the memories. It’s the place I learned to jump rope on the sidewalk, ride a bike, build snowmen, make snow angels. Our Christmas tree stood in the window. Then my Dad died 3 yrs after my twin and it had different memories. Tending a garden without my Dad just felt wrong. One day I could swear I heard his voice.
I don’t like change…and yet I have had the biggest changes one can have it life. I think it’s time to make new memories in a new place. The old memories will always be with me because I carry them with me in my heart.