Sell your home they said. It’ll be fun they said. Fun in a stubbed toe, paper cut, cold and flu season kind of way…
I like to move it, move it 🎶
It’s the end of an era. At 79 years young, Mom followed her heart, pulled up her roots, and replanted her garden in Calgary. It feels right, and we couldn’t be more excited.
You don’t know what you’ve got…until you move
The past week was a whirlwind of purging, packing, and picking battles. The heartbreaking reality is our parents possessions, collected over a lifetime, aren’t worth their weight in gold. This generation doesn’t covet crystal, choose china, or hoard heirlooms.
Swift Current has always been our safety net, a warm fuzzy security blanket. A house brimming with mementos and memories. The grandkids growth chart, from sprouts to full bloom, recently painted out. A generation who filled their home with treasures, expecting to pass them down.
Leadership is mostly just hiding your panic from others
Stepping into the role of project manager after the death of a loved one is a BFD. My responsibility is to keep Dad’s generous spirit alive, stay upbeat, and pour the wine. The bossy controlling traits are thrown in for good measure.
Moving on is simple, it’s what we leave behind that’s hard
Dad’s memorial bench remains in Swift Current. His soul is spread amongst his beloved golf club and best friend Claude’s bench. Where he belongs. A perennial garden of ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
As for Mom, home is where the heart is. Even if we can’t remember which box it’s packed in…