We moved Mom out of her house today. Everything but the piano, which we’ll come back for when her new house is ready. We moved into this place 24 years ago and it was a good home. The buyer’s realtor said she thought the buyer would choose the other home she looked at because it was more modern, etc., but when she and her dog went in to look at it, the dog peed in the floor, which wasn’t normal and she attributed it to stress. When the dog came into Mom’s house, she was obviously happy. This house has been home to two very happy dogs. When the buyer saw the lines and dates on the inside of the laundry room door, marking the growth of the children—Laura and me—she knew it would be a good home.
I’m glad Mom is moving on, but I’ll miss this place, too. I used to sleep on the other side of the wall of the piano. I’ve spent many nights in my life listening to Mom play through that wall, sorting through my thoughts just before sleep while I always assumed Mom sorted through her own.
Beebe, Arkansas. 2.15.2014.