To start things off with a foregone conclusion seems backwards, no? I agree.
So what is our conclusion as this blog begins and why is it foregone? Not sure. It’s just what landed on this screen. My fingers typed it. A biological imperative. Maybe that part’s a reach, I’ll cop to that. Of all the things I do not know, I know for sure that the path to starting this blog started on June 10, 2011. My mom and best friend had a massive stroke. This was traumatic. But so was the decline of that idyllic family portrait I had created in my head. Traumatic.
Now, as we head out of crisis since her and my father’s health have ceased to be alarming to us, their house needs to be emptied, sorted through, and sold.
A foregone conclusion to most. Imminent since the stroke to many.
But not to me. Not to my sisters and brother.
4815 Kenyon Court was ~
- 4-square in the driveway
- tennis against the garage door
- ridiculous snow shoveling dread
- stockings hung on the moss rock mantle
- family crafted art glass everywhere
- warm summers eating on the deck
- vaulted ceilings, obtuse angles, modern
- cold winters putting on more warm layers
- long summer days working for slave wages in the yard
- playing office for hours with carbon paper message minders
- sunday night spinach soup surprise
- a black lab afraid of linoleom
- two or more (children) cuddled up in the insulated dog house
- hearts tournaments on Turkey Day
- big vitamins little throats could barely swallow
- toilet paper in the trees
- old, dependable cars
- long road trips concluding with the warm sense of “home again”
This list makes the foregone conclusion of the house being sold seem laughable. Why? We will never associate the walls of Kenyon Court with a real estate decision. It is, simply put, a house we have loved and memories we have locked deeply into our hearts.
A house and its memories and the two have clasped hands.
Saying good-bye to a home and its’ legacy. Leaving memory lane, in essence. What did it mean to us? In my heart, it’s a foregone conclusion that this blog exists so I can navigate the path toward healing, living and celebrating legacy. Maybe by reading you can vicariously help me sort through it all – one drawer at a time.
Thanks. A little company as I leave memory lane sounds nice.