Didn't really know where else to put this;
“ Home is people not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, all you see is what’s not there anymore”- Robin Hobb
As I pulled out of the driveway yesterday of my childhood home for the last time I was overcome with emotions, every square inch of that house holds precious memories that will last a lifetime. My final death to grieve; my childhood home.
We moved from West Roxbury to Westwood when I was 12, it was a great little house, I had the entire finished attic all to myself, an awesome neighborhood too where there were 5 kids the same age as me, summers were a blast, we had many great celebrations there and wonderful holiday gatherings with friends and family. Sadly, all of my aunts and uncles are now gone, as are both of my parents, it's just my cousins and my siblings left to carry on traditions.
Taking one final look around, a lot of memories came back; looking in the yard, the above ground pool we put in and the deck my Dad and I built around it, the corner of the yard where we put an outdoor hockey rink, the pool and rink made us the house to be at in the Summer and the Winter. Went upstairs into my old room; what a great room, the whole attic was all mine, I saw in my mind many of the massive ho/oo carpet battles I staged as a kid. Went into the finished basement with a bar in the corner; we had some screamers down there in high school, a fun family room now empty except for the memories...........as I walked out of the house, one last look; I can still see my Mom sitting in her favorite chair watching TV, my Dad at the kitchen table reading one of his Custer/Little Big Horn books, the Christmas tree and all the decorations in the living room, my Dad LOVED Christmas, our house looked like Santas Village, used to drive my Mom nuts...........

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I couldn't have done this without my siblings, specifically my youngest sister, her and I were the executor of the will and trust respectively, my other sister and my one brother were a big help as well, my other brother no longer speaks to any of us over 5,000.00 (a long story that is not worth going into; what money does to some people sickens and disgusts me).
We did the final clean out on Saturday, it was just about done and the skies opened up, a monsoon; ie, tears from heaven, I saw it as a sign for sure. We closed yesterday.
It really hit me that I will never step foot in that house again; life goes on, but it's never really the same, the only thing constant in life is change. I never thought of the sale of the house/how it would impact me, but it did, a part of me died with the passing of each parent; yesterday, another part of me died too that I did not expect.
Not sure if this feeling is normal or what, but it really did impact me on a level I did not see coming.
Not really a thing that annoys me, but rather, a thing that makes me sad.
Last but not least thanks to my parents; they gave me and my siblings the best life anyone could’ve asked for, filled with laughter and love.