Talk about a roller-coaster ride of emotions. Over the last 15 months, I’ve lost both my parents. In this world where a global pandemic is ravaging the population, there are many in this position. I’m, in a way, thankful that it wasn’t COVID that took either of my parents but it’s still been a tremendous hammer-blow to lose them both in such a short time.
Since my fathers death in January, my sister and I have been left with the horrible task of selling our family home. In my case, it’s quite literally the place where I was born. The sale is set to complete in the next week and I am so grateful that this last year of pain is finally, nearly over.
Today marked the very last time I will ever set foot in that house. I took some time to walk around the place one, last time and pay my regards and my respects to everything that has happened there. To the fun times, the sad times, the angry times. I had a strange memory flood into my mind as I stepped into what was my sisters old room. I could hear her screaming at me “GET OUT!!!!” – a memory of an incident when we were kids and I was, well, just being a brat.
What was my sisters room
It’s left me moved. Not traumatised, not distraught, just moved and reflective. When the sale of the house completes next week, it will mark the ending of an extremely painful chapter of my life. However, it also marks the start of a brand new one. One which is truly life changing and exciting beyond measure.
I will always miss that house, my Mum, my Dad and I will always treasure the memories. I thank them for giving me life, an upbringing, values and that heady mix of happiness, sadness, stress, anger, elation and every other emotion that any child experiences while growing up.
View of the back of the house
Whoever the new owners or occupiers are, I wish you well and I hope that great, little house brings you joy.
