My son was recently at our old house to get some items that had been left behind. He walked through the house and the barn that are now empty. Empty that is except for the many memories that continue to live there.
On my last day there I too walked through the house, barn and land that we once called home, allowing all of the memories to drift back in; children leaving home and coming back, holidays with family, sitting in the evening with a new kitten on our laps, and even mowing the lawn. There are so many more things I could add. Even now the salty water stains my cheeks as I think about it.
It’s hard to leave what you know and love to move forward in what God has for you. The unknown is scary. I wish my husband was here to help face what the future has in store, but I am blessed to have my children close to ease the burden of change and help me with whatever lies ahead.
Someday new memories will be made in my old home by someone else. I hope they are happy ones and that they don’t mind sharing, because mine will always be there in every sunrise, every wind that rustles the leaves, and in every new fallen snow. I will be there too, if only in spirit, to watch over those memories and keep them safe and alive.
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