Thursday, July 9, 2015

SAYING GOODBYE

Saying goodbye is never easy. I feel like my family has been doing a lot of that lately. We recently sold my grandmother’s house that she has lived in for 45 years (to the weekend!) My parents have lived in the same house since before I was born, so this is an experience I had never been through. I am extremely close to my grandma and don’t do well with change or transitions, so this was weird for me. I commend my mom for all her hard work in preparing the house for sale, packing everything up, and just being the person who handled everything. 

The memories we have had in that house are amazing! Going through the scrapbooks my grandmother had made over the years was my favorite part. I do remember her taking a lot of pictures of us at various family events over the years, and finding it slightly annoying in my early teens, but I am so grateful that she did this. I loved looking at the pictures of my mom growing up, my grandparents when they were first married, and the younger years of my life that I don’t remember, such as a 1994 family reunion in Tennessee. (I would be fine if the pictures of me from ages 11-14 disappeared though...)

I was sad leaving the house. I sat out on the back patio for awhile looking out onto a perfect view of a lake, which my grandmother always called “a little slice of heaven,” reminiscing on 22 years of fun. My favorite memory there is when I was 9 or 10 years old, I spent the night and my grandma taught me how to sew. We stayed up super late making Snoopy pajamas for me. Even though I never sewed again, my grandma was able to share one of her many passions and talents with me. She sewed everything...outfits for my mom growing up, and then for me. My favorite was a Dorothy costume she made me for my school talent show in 1st grade. I still have it and will keep it forever. 


All these memories are things that make saying goodbye a little easier. Although we no longer have that house, we still have all the memories that belong to it. Material possessions mean nothing when we are gone, but the memories are something that last throughout a life time. 

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