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Saying goodbye and self-medicating with chocolate!

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

I was raised in a great neighborhood on the best block. I grew up around so many wonderful people who are like family to me. When I got married in fact, I loved it so much that I bought a house right around the corner. I guess you could say that I never really left home. My kids and I spent so much time there. We saw my mom every day. We had dinner together all the time. We swam and built forts and had sleepovers. Yes, my husband is a saint.

When my mom was diagnosed with dementia 7 years ago, we faced it with grace and humor. She was able to live in the house because I lived so close and we did everything together. One day she looked at me and asked if I belonged there. I had been with her all morning and in one instant, she didn't know me anymore. And the home we shared our whole lives was not the home she remembered. She would be gone only 2 months later. In the blink of an eye, she forgot me. That was 2 years ago this past Saturday. As difficult as that was, I knew selling the house would be just as hard, but I never dreamed it would be this tough. I have loved and cared for it over the years just as I did my own. It's been alot of work, but a labor of love really. It's been my shelter and refuge - always a safe haven. It's the final piece, the last thing left to do.

So I emptied it, put a for sale sign up and the closing is this Friday. I never thought I could cry this hard. It just started and I can't stop. I just take a breath and keep on going. My mom made me promise to fix it up nice and leave it to 2 people who are just starting out like she and my dad when they bought it. My dad passed away when I was only 22 and it was the only home they had ever owned. So I have one last promise to keep and as of Friday, I will have fulfilled my obligation.

Here is the happy ending ! I have known the couple buying it since they were born. The groom was born and raised 2 doors down and is marrying the granddaughter of the neighbor who lives between our houses. I have had the pleasure of watching them grow up, fall in love and plan a wedding. I know they will take care of it and they said I can come visit it any time I want. So I guess we all have to say goodbye sometime, and with the help of friends, good luck and chocolate, life goes on. My diet seems to have gone out the window for now. I'm so anxious inside I can't stomach anything, but when I do, it seems to be covered in chocolate. Pray for me to get through this. I know how lucky I am but I just hate saying goodbye to my home.

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TWIDDLYDE 3/26/2013 10:13PM

    Praying for you right now.

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STUDLEEJOE 3/26/2013 9:08PM

    praying for you and your family

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DEE1221 3/26/2013 6:56PM

    OH.....I'm sorry you are going thru this terrible time. You must have loved your mother so much. The house must have so many memories for you. Having a parent with dementia is so difficult. My husband was the oldest of 5 boys. He was the last one his mother remembered. When she didn't know him any longer, his heart broke.

The house will now give another couple so many good memories. With you knowing the couple and living close, you can take part in those memories too.

God Bless..........As far as the chocolate......don't stress over it. You have enough on your mind.


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GR8ERJOY 3/26/2013 6:52PM

    Try not to think of it as goodbye. It sounds like the couple buying it is very willing to share the "house love". It's sort of like our children growing up and getting married - they belong to someone else, but they'll always belong with us too.

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