Jewells of Thought

Reality hit me in the face this afternoon. About 2 months ago my first published article was on finding some family gems I had thought were lost. The feelings that seeing those pieces of my family history were overwhelming at the very least. Those tokens have revealed a different side of Grandpa I don’t really remember.

Today we met with an auctioneer. Talk about being hit in the gut. My dad works the night shift and couldn’t make it for this meeting. So mom and I were his proxy. It felt extremely surreal. Since we moved Grandma into her new residence we still have not gotten very much out of the house and it’s been over 2 months.

My Grandma Rosie has been gone for 3 years now, but my uncle still lives in the house. This meeting the auctioneer feels different. My emotions can be crazy, but knowing that someone not in our family could buy Grandma’s house seems way too final. I know it’s because I have been a bit spoiled. It is just taking me a while longer to digest these major changes in my family.

The little piece of this evening that was so sweet was my little cousin. I got to have some one-on-one with him that I haven’t had with him as other little cousins. It was one thing about meeting at this house on Sunday afternoons that was precious. He and I had some fun which lightened my heart as all of this was going on.

These four pictures were taken in my Grandparents house over the years…

This house has been a blessing to our family, but we will always have our memories. Do you have special memories pertaining to a house in your life? Was it difficult to say goodbye and move on?