Well this is it. The closing on my parents house is on Wednesday. The house my father built with a $5,000 loan that my mother thought would take her a lifetime to pay back. I honestly didn't think it would be this hard. I guess I thought my heart couldn't possibly break anymore than it had already had since loosing both my parents within months of eachother. I took a walk through it yesterday for the last time. I went into every room, opened every closet, said goodbye to every inch of it, crying the entire time. All the memories, the weddings, the holidays, the brithdays, the deaths, the births. My parents house was where we all met up. On any given day I could bump into one of my sisters, and aunt, cousin, niece or nephew, or longtime family friend. My cat is burried in the back yard, my hand print along with my sisters are in the sidewalk at the backdoor. Hide and seek, ghost in the graveyard, tag, all played there. Dancing in the rain in the front yard in the summertime. The security of my room, the warmth of the kitchen, the welcome at the front door. Homework at the kitchen table as my mother made dinner. My friend and her little sister running to my house to hide because their father was drunk and fighting with their mother. So many memories. And as I drove home, to top it all off, I turn on the radio and Photograph by Nickelback is playing. I started to cry so hard I had to pull over. Now I can't get that damn song out of my head!
Sorry to be so sappy, I just had to get it out.
*reaches for another tissue*



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