Today I am selling my deceased parents house. This was a retirement home for them–not a house I ever lived in. If there is an emotional connection to this closing it would only be because it wasn’t done sooner.
I’ll be glad to close the book on this saga–it wasn’t a happy series of experiences. Yet, it does cause a nagging feeling about some situations that could have been handled differently. Not regrets so much as evaluations from a different heart.
The more time passes the more such events (deaths, job losses, moves) become internal growth rings rather than external turmoil. Criticism folds into itself and evaporates leaving just a misty hint of what all the fuss was about. It’s time to go.
Rest in peace.