This weekend my in-law’s house is going on the market for sale.
A home where they raised three children, where they celebrated the majority of 67 wedding anniversaries, and where they spent their last days.
The house is bereft without their voices, their scent, their chiding banter. Time has come to pass the torch.
Soon a new family will live within those walls. They’ll make memories of their own. Perhaps they’ll raise another group of children. And those walls will once again resound with laughter and love.
While letting go of the past is difficult, heartfelt memories are never truly lost. They’re the cornerstone for generations that follow. They’ll be remembered again and again when we gather for holidays and celebrations.
As we pass Mama and Papa’s keys to new owners we do so with the best of intentions. Those keys may look worthless but they come from afar and carry with them our parent’s good intentions for a happy, secure and whole life. (misquoted from Joy Luck Club)
Seasons change as keys change hands.
We’ve done our best to lay a solid foundation for a new beginning – a fresh coat of paint, renovated kitchen, hardwood floors. In doing so we’re confident the right buyer will find their way to Mama and Papa’s former front door. And a new lifetime of memory making will begin . . .