
The letter H…
Back in 1920 a house was built. Around 1962 a newly married couple moved into it. Their family began to grow, and, in a few years, there were four people living there. The kids grew up and moved away. The circle of life touched the family, first with the mother dying and then the father. If you haven’t guessed, this was my parents that bought the house. Now that both my parents are gone my sister and I own the house. She already has a house. My boyfriend and I were renting an apartment. My sister suggested I move back home and just give her money for her half of the house. So, we have been working out the details and payments. It feels good to be home again, but so empty without Mom and Dad here. The house, now being 100 years old, needs lots of work and TLC. It, however, is more than a house. There are so many memories here. I am truly grateful to be home.