This blog is about the life my husband and I are making together in our home. Today, it is about my other home.
My mother died two fridays ago. Her children and grandchildren gathered last week to attend her home and service.
I realized after her service that I was also saying goodbye to the home she and my dad made for us. We moved into it in 1972, when I was five years old. This has been my home, or home-away-from-home, for fifty-one years and last Saturday will feasibly be the last time I stand foot in it.
I wasn’t expecting this part of the grieving process. I was so focused on my mother that this one snuck up on me.
All that said, I brought some of Mom, and her home, back with me.
It means a lot that I can have some Mom’s garden literally growing in ours…
Thus is an excellent example of how my family grieves.
our cattywampus cottage 