Alright, I think this was it. A couple trips today in the morning and evening. I think that is all we are moving. I think I am not going back again.
Stupid house making me cry. Stupid tool bag in my van making me tear up. Stupid peach colored walls that were picked out so lovingly, making me look around once last time. Stupid spot in the living room where their recliners sat. Stupid emotions that try to break my resolve to be strong.
Bend, don’t break. Breath in, breath out. Bend, don’t break. Breath in, breath out.
Tonight I am thankful that Mom is moved. I am thankful their time in that house that I’m not going back to. That house had lots of good memories for my Grandma, my Mom, and my Mark. I am thankful for my good memories in that house also. And I am thankful that memories get to stay locked in my heart and mind; that they aren’t really trapped inside the walls of the house or in the things in my van.
Momma's Silver Lining 