We Sold Our Mother’s House
We sold it on her birthday, which made the pain of another goodbye seem also like a gift, given directly from her.
A special thanks to my brother Joey for his hard work on making it happen.
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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June 13th, 2017 1:00 pm
Wow, I can feel the coziness of the kitchen, in your mother’s day. And the dining room is a walk back in time. Life is such a series of losses – but also of richly remembered joy. Sigh.
Colleen, I don’t have your email address, would you please email me at wildwomantwo@gmail.com? Thanks, kiddo.
June 13th, 2017 1:01 pm
Agh. It used my wrong name. Hate when that happens!
June 13th, 2017 1:10 pm
Thanks, Sherry. I know it is a universal reality and pain as the dear people and the homes of our generation pass on.
That kitchen feels like a person with a life of its own to those of us who knew it so well.
I sent you my email.
June 13th, 2017 8:03 pm
The version which has her memories is so charming that I can see it in a movie…maybe something written by Pat Conroy ? It is a busy house and yet ot cluttered! I bet this was hard saying goodbye. I will post on Facebook a party for my dad and I do miss that house.
June 13th, 2017 9:13 pm
Yes, Tabor, lots of stories to tell. My dad always said his home was his castle. My mother was all about keeping her house clean and her garden weeded. She had a style for sure and made it very homey.