To say goodbye to the house that symbolized new beginnings and hopefulness. To gather the things that make up a life, to bring them home and surround yourself with what little there is left to remember. We hold on to every morsel, every smell, every picture...knowing how fleeting life is. Lasts are hard, pulling out of the driveway, tears streaming, with thunder looming. The comfort that we found sitting in a closet among your things, looking out your window through your eyes, loving what you loved, that is what we will miss, pulling away.
