We finally sold my parent’s house. The closing is on Friday. It has been on the market since September. I have been ready to see it go. It’s hard to keep a vacant house in show condition when you live 45 minutes away. Not hard really – just kind of a hassle.
When we finally got an offer I was both happy and relieved. But when I went there on Sunday to remove the last few things from the house, I was really sad. This is the last piece of business that we have to do to wrap up their estate. The last little piece of them.
It may not look like much to you. It’s your typical 70’s ranch-style house that is common here in Texas. But it was:
- Their home for 36 years.
- Grandma & Grandpa’s house to my girls. A place of jumping on beds, endless loops of Winnie the Pooh and all the Cheese Balls, Oreos and Marshmallows you could eat.
- The “country house” to my husband. A place to relax and watch football with my Dad every Sunday during football season.
- A place of hospitality – a place for holiday celebrations where extended family gathered. A place where anyone could drop-in – no need to call. All were welcome and there was always a beer or a Coke in the fridge.
- When my girls got older, it became known as the “hangover house”. A place where you and your friends could be served a Bloody Mary while you nursed a hangover. How many kids can say that their grandparents helped them get over a hangover? They were fun people – my parents. Not a judgmental bone in their bodies.
- The place where I told them that they were going to be grandparents.
So many memories. I haven’t cried that much since they died. At first, I was just in “manage the crisis” mode, followed by “taking care of business mode”, followed by numbness & exhaustion. Sad tears flowed as I said goodbye to their house – that place of fun, family, celebration and at the end grief and loss. I will miss it. I miss them.