my uncle jerry passed away last week after a life of diabetes. he was my dad’s older brother. my sweet grandmother, now 89, has taken care of him for his whole life. death is hard. even when it’s a celebration, it’s hard. it’s a loss of someone you love. it’s a loss of potential of what was to come. it’s a severing of memories yet to make.
i’m moving from my house of 6-7 years in less than 2 weeks. i am in the process of taking things down, packing things up and ridding our home of things unused. it’s just weird. i have worked so hard for so long to make this place a beautiful, warm, welcoming home and now it’s looking bare again. it’s messy. it’s cluttery with boxes everywhere and the pyramid my husband made for the boys with our unused boxes. not the kind of place i like to live. it’s just makes me feel unsettled. but i might as well get used to it- it is the way life will be for a while.
and the new house… i am so looking forward to getting there. it’s just a beautiful place and i look forward to making it a home for our family. i have so many thoughts, ideas, and plans. i am just ready to get started! new beginnings are just fun for me. the possibilities are all open.
i love snow!