Monday, October 20, 2008


Dad's house is officially sold.

About an hour and a half after getting the news, I broke out into uncontrollable sobs. It hit me like a ton of bricks.

I'm going to give myself a few days to mourn. It's almost like losing Dad all over again. Kind of. It's just weird.

My safe haven is no longer. My kitchen table chats are gone.

The house now will remain in my heart, mind and photos.

It's all so final--what I wanted, but it hurts nonetheless.

This too shall pass.


Anonymous said...

Ah, Frankie. Definitely bittersweet. Thinking of you!


Elisheva Hannah Levin said...

It's good that it sold as you wanted. But it is so final . . .
It reminds me of that old Dan Fogelberg Song, Souvenirs:

Here is the key to the house . . .
where I used to live as a child
They tore the house down when we moved away,
And left the key unreconciled."

Ah, too bad your boy isn't obsessed with Dan Fogelberg!

Kate in NJ said...

My DH and I live about a mile from where he grew up. His Mom sold the house when his Dad died (while DH was in college- without mentioning it to him) he still drives by and freaks because the 'new people" changed the color, ripped out the old apple tree..whatever.