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Originally Posted by Higgin's Mom I remember after my husband died in 1995, I really needed to sell the house ($$$), but we had such happy times there, he had died there, and I had sprinkled some of his ashes under our favorite apple tree. How could I possibly leave that house????
I remember talking about the hard time I was having with the decision in a group of friends and also several people that I didn't know well. It was a very scruffy looking guy I didn't know, sweaty from a hard day at work, who turned to me and gently said "Those wonderful memories are not in the nails and boards of that house. They are inside your heart, and will stay with you wherever you are." I put the house on the market the very next day. He was right.
Why don't you take a little scoop of earth from under Scruffy and Gracie's markers and a flowering plant from your garden with you to the new house. Then you could get a pretty new yard sculpture to put in your memory garden. But always look into your heart to really find them......they're there.......
Gentle hugs to you from me and Higgins. |
Higgin's Mom - this is a very touching post you have written with such heart felt advise.