Another Goodbye

Sunday, January 4, 2015

These last 24 hours have been very bittersweet for us.

Yesterday morning, under persistent rainy gray skies, we prepared to say our goodbyes to Mike's childhood home of nearly 30 years. We and other friends and family helped his mom pack up her remaining boxes and afterward enjoyed a "last supper" of sorts as we all sat cross legged on the living room floor sharing memories of all the wonderful years in the home.

I recalled times from early in my relationship with Mike, meeting him for the very first time on their back deck, the time he made me a candle lit dinner complete with flowers and a mason jar filled with fireflies as the centerpiece, and celebrating our engagement after mike popped the question down on their pier on the river.

Mike's mom told stories from when Mike and his sister were little and we laughed as we remembered all the crazy times. So much life happened under that roof.

Goodbyes are always hard, but I think this one is especially difficult because so many important moments in all of our lives happened when the family was there. But I guess, even though the walls and the windows and the floors and the doors won't belong to us anymore, the stories always will.

Goodbye, 1674.


  1. This reminds me of when we had to say good bye to my childhood home, and how difficult it was to leave it. It sounds so special and lovely for all of his family to get together and celebrate the memories made in that home before the move. Thanks for sharing this!

    1. You're so right. It was really nice to sort of celebrate the home and share a meal there together one last time. Thanks so much for reading! :)