Photographs of Changes

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Me, 41 years apart. Not the same spot but close.  Leaving that house today was the most difficult, heartbreaking thing I have ever done after losing mom & dad. Sobbed so much, I wore myself out. But I know this is normal. This closing stirred everything up, as did hearing from High School friends for the first time after 37 years.  Got a note I was being mentioned so finally joined FB with real name.

So many of those friends came to this house or hung out with me here, or the neighborhood but live across the country now.. Will take a long, long time to get over losing my mom and childhood home. I had a bigger attachment than any other family which makes it difficult to carry. Nobody else really cares the house is gone.  Very robotic responses and I hear from nobody.

 I've no husband, no kids, no job, no relatives outside of siblings & their kids,   busy with their own lives. Heartbreaking and missing mom more than ever. Having nobody to share the intensity of the loss makes me feel like an orphan.

It might have been a small house but had a great yard and mom and dad did the best they could to raise us. They were great people.

Goodbye forever, to my parents house and childhood home since 1961.