Just over a week ago I said goodbye to the family home for the last time.
After losing my Dad two years ago, the time was right for my Mum to stop rattling round on her own in a big house in a small village, and move forward in her life to a thriving retirement community just a short drive away.
With the exception of weekend and flying visits to Staffordshire, I’ve not lived in the family home for over two decades, but when Mum announced she was on the move, I admit, I was devastated…but I couldn’t understand why I felt so upset about it.
My logical brain knew it was the best thing for Mum but my gut felt as though it had gone several rounds with Anthony Joshua, (note to readers – had to Google boxers at this point as not my area of expertise!). But why?
For a while I couldn’t articulate these thoughts to anyone (I am a ’bottler up of feelings’!), and it did feel odd to be the one feeling so sad about it whilst Mum was being so positive and focused, but hey, that’s emotions for you!
All in all, the move has taken just 4 short months to complete, and although fraught at times, it was relatively straightforward, but as ’move day, approached, I admit to a small part of me wanting a spanner to land well and truly in the works! Not to stop things…just to slow them down a bit you understand… Unlike Mum, I wasn’t ready to let go.
But no such spanner appeared, in fact, quite the reverse, and the pace seemed to pick up! Weekends were spent travelling to and from Staffordshire to help Mum with clearing, sorting and packing – no mean feat when you’ve got to fit a lifetime and large house full of stuff into an apartment. But somehow we did it and moving day was confirmed as September 10th.
So a last visit was planned to complete the packing, sorting and dealing with the million or so last minute things that inevitably crop up , but all too soon it was time to leave for the final time…
I headed up to my old bedroom for the last time, now virtually empty of stuff, but crammed full of memories of course. The backdrop to my teenage years – if those four walls could speak, they’d have talked about the hours I spent doing my homework, playing my records, taping the Top 40 off the radio, crying over boys, sharing girly gossip with friends, and the infamous episode of when I hid two gerbils under my bed after liberating them from the school science lab (my animal rights activist phase!), all vivid and precious memories with no need for Instagram of Facebook to record them!
Next, one final look downstairs, remembering the times we were all together as a family, countless recollections of life with my Dad still in it…happy times, sad times, angry times, funny times, all contained within the strong, protective walls of our family home.
And then, through the front door for the last time and a final wave as we pulled out of the driveway. I’ll admit to a wobbly bottom lip and very damp eyes, but knowing deep down that the time was right for Mum to move on, and for another family to make their own memories in a happy house.
This next chapter for us all is so much more than a change of address, and although the bricks and mortar are different, our memories will always have a home.
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