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In this solo episode, Mark reflects on his last few days in his old childhood home which has been in his family for three generations.
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Thanks for this reflection of the house you grew up in. Change, to include death, comes to us all. It is great you seem to have accepted both, although I’m sure it was hard.
I listened to this episode with a tear in my eye, driving a load of belongings from my mother’s home to mine. Although we lost my father almost a year ago, we have the incredible honor and privilege of my mother joining us in a purpose-built suite in our home.
The old property is sold, and with less than 3 weeks from listing day to closing day, we are scrambling to sort, pack and move everything from the house my parents built together and lived in for almost half a century. Your words and thoughts helped make a hectic time a little less lonely, because I know others are moving through the same cycles of life and that gives some comfort.
Thank you so much for sharing your reflections, and may the memories and spirit of your youthful home keep you company for years to come.
Thanks for your comment and your own reflection, Faye.
I’m so glad that me having shared the experience and all those mixed emotions I was processing resonated with you and helped you feel that there’s someone else out there who understands. Last April, when my mother was in the hospital, and expected to recover, I had been up there at the house and in the hospital with her for the entire month. Because she would need the extra care when she got released, Liz and I had already begun the process of working on getting the house ready for her to move down south here to be closer to us, so it would be easier to care for her – rather than have her 5 hours away – but she unexpectedly took a turn for the worse.
While I’m sad that she is no longer with us, and I miss her tremendously, I’m glad I got to spend so much time with her before she passed. And I also wonder at just how difficult it might have been for her to leave what had been the home that she grew up in, left for only a handful of years, and then returned to, and lived the rest of her days in. I can only imagine that, while your mother is glad to be so close to you, that she feels torn from a home that has been her home for so long. Hang in there, and I’m sure you’ll each have your own precious memories to continue to share and talk about as you go through this hectic time. Sending you virtual hugs.