Last year my dad died unexpectedly. At this time last year, it was the last two weeks of my dad’s life, but of course at the time we didn’t know that. Ironically we discussed what would happen if one of my parents passed away, which was odd, but then two weeks later I got the call from my mom that my dad had been rushed to the hospital, and the doctors were trying to revive him. My husband, son and I started driving to the hospital but my dad was gone before we could get there.
One of the things that we discussed with my parents last year, was that if something happened to either one of my parents, the surviving person could sell the house for a good amount of money so they would have enough money to live on and not have to worry about anything. And that is where we’re at right now……we just sold my parents’ house, and I am standing in the middle of the house and it’s empty. And it’s no longer my mother’s house. It’s owned by somebody else who apparently is going to completely gut it and add a second story to it, and perhaps add a garage under the first floor because the guy says he has six cars. My mom does it know this is going to happen, and I don’t know if she would care, but I’m just not going to tell her just in case.
So I’m standing in the middle of the house. It’s quiet. It’s just me. The house feels different. I am remembering all of the good times, and thinking about all of the memories in this house. I told my husband to wait outside because I wanted a few minutes in the house alone, and I wanted to be the last one inside the house before the new owner took possession. I look out my old bedroom window for the last time and remember how my boyfriend used to come to my bedroom window in the middle of the night. We would talk through the window, and he would tell me about his day at the police academy, or we would discuss other things. It was a nice time….just he and I in the middle of the night talking and nothing more. In fact, many of my friends would come to my bedroom window and sit and talk to me. I had a lot of interesting conversations at that bedroom window.
It’s weird that the house is not going to be my parents’ house anymore. I can’t wrap my head around it even though I am adult with a family ad my own house, I guess I just never thought this day would come. It feels odd. I hope the new owner treats the house well, but I don’t think he will. I think the guy that bought the house is a jackass to be honest with you, but it is what it is. He’s a screenwriter. He’s not a very good screenwriter, but he thinks that he is.
Sidebar……I just heard that the National Historical Society for the city is not going to approve the renovation for the house, and I admit that I am laughing about it because the new owner is an obnoxious prick. But now…….Mr Screenwriter is pissed off. Oh well! I wish that a family had bought my parents’ house. Maybe this guy will sell it now that he cannot do what he wants, and I do get the impression that he often gets his way. Not this time!
Goodby house! You are full of memories and you have good energy. Maybe some of your good energy will rub off on the new owner. Or maybe he just needs to get laid. Who knows.
Life and What Not 