Forgive my silence for so long. So much is happening in life.
The house is sold- I must be out by the end of this month. I have mixed feelings about it: I had to do it- for financial survival and for the sake of having my life in one space. Every fibre of my ideal spirit said hold on to it- there must be a way. To the best of my knowledge there wasn’t. I tried my hardest- no-one could say different.
Like a worker ant or a soldier, if I think I am working for the right cause, I will work until I drop. This is a double edged sword- I don’t know when to let go- to say enough.
So there it is- the end of an era. Five generations of my family lived in this house. On July 28, that connection comes to an end.
I must start to make my own story, and tell the stories of the past- which feeds my spirit. Life will go on.
Maybe if I had some family this wouldn’t be so hard: mother, father all gone- no sisters or brothers. My friends are my family now- my rock. They are a gift I can only spend the rest of my life repaying- I am blessed.
But there is a part of my soul that longs for my dad’s hug of reassurance, my mother’s council, my aunt’s words of wisdom.
I must be strong now for my daughter- my gift. I pray that she will remember(I certainly will help) the family home, and know the interesting history of our family.
I will post again on this blog soon. It has been my anchor: having the opportunity to touch base with like minded people- even distant family members. Thank you.