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By: Devon Christopher Adams

Devon Christopher Adams — Fri, 01 May 2009 07:25:20 +0000

I guess I am joining the club and no matter what I feel about this, I cannot know what you felt about your parents (or your youngest brother thought you was still home). We do have our memories there, and some we will share from time to time and others will remain unspoken.

By: BK

BK — Fri, 01 May 2009 07:15:05 +0000

Yeah, join the club. I had all the same sentiments and flood of memories when my parents moved (and divorced). I will remember all of the summers that I lived there with you and all of the memories that, as you say, will never leave or lips. Life is about moving forward, just keep that in mind.

By: Devon Christopher Adams

Devon Christopher Adams — Fri, 01 May 2009 02:25:20 +0000

By: BK

BK — Fri, 01 May 2009 02:15:05 +0000

By: SFO CAB

SFO CAB — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 04:23:05 +0000

a post without the pic id quiet boring

By: [Charlene]

[Charlene] — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 06:14:11 +0000

I completely get where you are coming from. My mom is in the process of selling our family home in a terrible market because it is too much for her after dad's passing.

You have amazing memories of that house. And while being in the house may trigger those memories, the memories are inside you. You can still drive past the house when you are in town.

I've been living with this same uncertainty for a couple years (yep, it's a slow market there) and have been slowing making peace with it. One trip, perhaps the next one, I'll be visiting a brand new house for the first time instead of going "home."

One thing I've started to realize is that HOME is where the people are that I love. Even if the house is weird and unrecognizable, the people are going to be the people I love most.

I think you post here is a great start of collecting and honoring your memories. I suggest that you continue to write about them. Collect pictures of times in the house, and of the house itself. Pull all of these things together so you have a permanent record to help trigger those walks down memory lane. (Well, as permanent as anything can be that can be stolen, torched, flooded, or otherwise destroyed.)