thou midway world 'Twixt earth and paradise, Where things decayed and loved ones lost In dreamy shadows rise, And, freed from all that's earthly vile, Seem hallowed, pure, and bright, Like scenes in some … I have tried in so many ways to create anything, any way of going back… yet in my heart, I know there is no going back. They grew up there but understand why i sold (220 yr old house, 2 acres, I live alone, the amount of work is often overwhelming). I had a good cry for a couple hours and sure hope it doesn’t happen again.
There are no trips, yoga classes or extra fun things I can afford.
I am now almost 60 years old and am still reeling from the things taken from me. It’s all happening too fast. I was left extremely moved and emotional. A man in the storm.
I closed on the house yesterday and he died two months ago. I didn’t realise just how much until now. I have an understanding and a sensitivity now to just how emotionally wrenching it can be letting it go to strangers.
It includes the upswing as one deals with the loss. There’s the house where I spent ages 2-12 in Indiana, and the house we originally moved to in Arizona where we lived for seven years.
Both my Sister & I lived in their home. Maybe that’s why I’m so surprised by my feelings of sadness and anxiety. Exactly one month later her house burned down in the Australian bush fires. I remember you, Miles away and forever gone.My grandfather’s bountiful fruit trees, The fragrant buds on my grandmother’s Prized magnolia shrub, The flowering bougainvillea vinesThat crowned your entry gate. Love it xx. My mother designed and my father built the house 59 years ago when I was born. The memories created there took on more profound meaning than ever before after my Dad was diagnosed with cancer in 2010. The memories we make there, bit by bit, laugh by laugh, with some heartache thrown in for good measure, make it seem inconceivable to ever abandon the house itself. But at least I had a choice in who would take it over. It’s amazing to me how a house can be a living, breathing thing — it’s inanimate, but it’s alive in my memories and always will be. It was the house I grew up in.
I wasn’t thrown out. Got so handy I have quite the collection of tools. This is all part of living, and part of learning to cope with change. It feels so wrong. Daddy passed away 6 years ago and Mama almost 2 years now. He already had the house up on the market, so he told us at the latest possible moment that he could get away with. My comfort, security, my family home. Something wasn’t right. September 10, 2019 at 2:45 am.
We didn’t buy a house we couldn’t afford, we had no debt other than the mortgage, but my husband’s overwhelming medical bills beyond what was covered (over 1.5 million) made it impossible to catch up. It wasn’t a large fancy home but it was well built and they cared for it diligently. I am definitely going through this right now. We tried everything for me to keep that house but it wasn’t possible. For the past hear and a half, my sisters and I have made the 6 hour drive to the house, going through items, dividing up, cleaning out and embracing the process together. I said goodbye to the giant maples and hickory trees and I said goodbye to the spirit of the house. My father built our home 43 years ago and died in it 38 years ago. From MemorIal day through Labor dsy I have been sorting and cleaning 55 years of things and it has been so hard. Its one of two places that felt like home away from living at home with my parents. Reply. My father died this year and we sold the home that he and my mother purchased when I was a baby, fifty years ago. Kudos! My husband is military (20 years) so we haven’t lived near them in years, and we have little choice in being able to live there (apart from leaving the military).
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I never thought that as my aunt and uncle that owned the cottage, would become to old to keep going the 2/12 hours from Toronto.
And I hope that they will love it, just, if not more, as I have. I printed the grief stages image too, and I expect that will help. Who knew the house was be missed as much as my parents. Always thought about making a move “someday”. While it is time to move on, it is in this case, a sad reminder of what you (& all who loved Jim/your dad) lost.
I’m just now seeing this article. Only to realize I miss the dogs that walk by with their human owners. I thought maybe if you knew a bit about it, you would learn to love it much faster than if it was just a “house” you slapped down a huge mortgage for. I feel the trauma, it’s kind of a shell shock, and I know I have much grieving left to do. It is a light, cheerful looking place with 10ft ceilings.
Just a small little place. My heart is screaming for me not to. Omg. Reply, Eldavia,
Write a blessing or signature on a wall and paint over it. My grandfather’s bountiful fruit trees, The fragrant buds on my grandmother’s. Just a note that we have verified this link! The new owners built a gorgeous mansion home on top of the hill, but still kept the old house I grew up in around as a granny house. 2 adults, 2 kitties and 2 torts currently in one room until my office becomes free. How are you doing since leaving your beloved home? In fact, there are two memorable homes that came before this sacred one in question. January 16, 2016 at 1:02 am
But it is too late for that. My grandmother passed the spring of my senior year of high school. I told him that without him and my grandmother that it wouldn’t be home. Here, my neighbors are the same ones who moved in when we moved in (our children grew up together!)
Just sold my family home of 55 years. I feel so sad to move from our beautiful home. The house has proven to be too much for my grandparents in their advanced age; they are moving to a flatter, smaller, more upkeep-able home. I know the light and the mature trees around it are powerful and I hope that the children who move in will feel comfort, joy, and love as I did. The home I grew up in with my mom, dad and grandma. I’ve sobbed reading everyone’s stories on here. I send you my best wishes for dealing with this and appreciate any approaches that might have helped during that difficult time. But my wish for you is to keep looking and eventually find something with a low enough price and low enough property taxes. With all the changes they are going through, they still need someplace to call HOME. Over 50 years of memories.
With tears streaming down his face, he said, “this is like losing a lover” He rambled on about other things. The nostalgia is infectious and palpable. My sister and I are ready to sell. I live in London, and I lost my grandmother in October.
I’m having flashbacks to moments in time and nostalgia jags. I had to walk away from a fantastic home, awesome neighbors, and all the happiness that owning my own place brought me…all because of a drunk. This house, just like the article states never let us down. But I still have hope. ..not all homes for sale are a happy time for someone. Her house meant the world to me, and I was hoping to maybe someday move in. Our home was unconditional and selfless. We clung to each other and to our constant — the house.
My heart is breaking tonight. Each plant was planted. Reply. About 15 years ago my mother sold the ranch I had grown up on my entire childhood. I wish I had, but it so difficult to bring up such a sensitive topic especially about possessions as it seems so materialistic, but sometimes, it really is the little things that matter the most, that are insignificant to someone else that we treasure most. While I’m so grateful she didn’t see her home of over 70 years destroyed I feel like it was part of her, but a part that I would have at least in my mind. There is nothing quite as tangible as losing one’s home–it elicits all the senses.
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I have tons of pictures. Kitchn is a source of inspiration for a happier, healthier life in your kitchen. the house looked sad and frail – as though the cancer that took my grandmother had weakened its structure as well. Jane Pat We’ve all discovered now that it’s possible to grieve the passing of a home, too.
The land her home was on was in our family for 200 years.
I wasn’t able to do it before the home was sold in 2014 either. Oh house what an Ode I can give of thee. It’s almost 50 years old and is small and while prices for other homes in the area are very high, we’ve never really done upgrades. God has always been faithful to sustain us in all our transitions. Thanks for a great piece! Home is where your heart is. My cute little antique cape sold in 3 days, even with the odd lines, and old foundation. And this is what she sent me: “God, thank you for being a faithful provider. I didn’t care what I lived in the rest of the time. Open and close doors according to your plans as I trust in You.” I grew up there, lived there, died one hundred times there, learned about life there. I was born in the house just over 50 years ago and its filled with fun memories, love and security. As she went down, so did the house and so did my dad. Somehow turning 50 has become a critical point. I hope this feeling will pass with time. Whether we say goodbye to lovers, family members, friends, or old habits—temporarily or forever—these poems capture those complicated emotions. The only gain, as far as I can see, is that I won’t have to do pool chores, get someone to do a spring and fall clean-up and snow plowing. I keep thinking that there has to be some way I can get it back, or purchase it in the future. I am so sorry for your loss. I feel as though your statement about the vessel is a great way to think about it. Faith, family and good neighborhood friends. My Dad died 2 years ago and my mum has moved into assisted living accommodation so the house is to be sold to pay for my mums care.