Not sure why but today it hit me, my grandmother is selling her house. The only house I remember there ever being for my grandparents. The house that my mom and her brothers grew up in. The house with the pool that all my friends we jealous of. The one with the pool that Brad, Brian & I played in before there was ever water in it. We had contests every year with all the cousins to see who would get in earliest. I think there were years that we were in that pool in early March, teeth chattering and all. The house that we all convene at for football games, or birthdays, or for no reason at all. The house with the greenest backyard ever, landscaped by hand by the best landscaper I know.
I have all good memories there, except one. I understand fully why she would want to move. The house was too big and too much maintenance for the 2 of them. She wanted to move before he died, but she knew he would never move. And now that he is gone, there is nothing keeping her there.
There will be a new house with even more memories. Today though, it hit me like a Mack truck on my drive into the office. After a crappy day at work, I called my mom to vent and tell her about my drive in. I know that she feels the same way about all the wonderful memories we have there, but she said "its just a house". And she's right, its the memories that count and we all have those. And always will.
Aw....I remember that house too! Your mom is right....it is just a house....the memories are what matter most. You will always have those. Where is your Grandma moving?
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