I live in a big house
and some people tell me that I should move, because my children are grown and have
moved out. Some of them say that my house is too big for me and maybe there are
too many sad memories that prevent me from moving forward. I beg to differ. I
have thought long and hard about moving. I decided to stay in my house because
no matter if I move or stay, the memories, both good and bad, as well as the
bittersweet ones, will always be with me.
I don’t have to pack
away my memories because no mater, something always triggers them. As I sit on
my chair in my bedroom, looking out my window, the day is sunny and beautiful;
one of those perfect days during the cold months. The near perfect scene that
made me think – on all those beautiful weekend days, I would be doing something
with my children like going to the park and letting them play, or going to the
zoo, a movie, museum or maybe watching one of their games. When they grew up, and had their own
children, I would be part of their weekend outings.
I also realize winter
triggers lots of memories for me. Winter was a magical time, especially on the
weekends or on the days that school was cancelled because of a huge snow fall.
A snowy day would signal time to pull out the sleds and ride down the hill on
our front lawn. Snowmen, snow angels and snowballs filled our front and back
yard. The dryer did double time drying out their mittens, hats, scarves,
clothes, and snow pants. Hot chocolate and marshmallows filled the air with
their sweet smell.
But regardless if I stay or move – my memories
will always be a part of me. So, for now, I keep my memories as I am
comfortable staying in my home.
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