Tomorrow my aunt’s house goes up for sale. I’m feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, i’m glad we won’t have to watch it decay. I’m glad we won’t have to see her beautiful garden wither away. But it’s all the memories. In fact, it’s the 58 years of her life worth of memories. Its the ping-pong matches, the ABBA karaoke, the christmas meat ball making, the present opening, the greek coffee drinking and most importantly the relationship binding.
It’s the broken appliances, the old carpet and the ripped wall paper. It was part of who she was.
As I think about it, I actually don’t want to see it go. I don’t want to lose those last memories of her.
It’s the little things like this that help us remember.