Memaw’s House

4 Oct

My Dad text us this evening to let us know Memaw’s house had been sold. This is something I expected. After her second stroke in late August, I knew she couldn’t live on her own anymore. I found myself sobbing, wondering why I was so upset.

Talking to my husband, I realized I was mourning the loss of my favorite place. My refuge.

Memaw’s house was always clean and comfortable. It always smelled good. It was always full of love.

It was my home when my parents split up. I spent countless weekends there growing up. It’s where our family gathered for every holiday, birthday, celebration. I’ve only missed a couple of Christmases my entire life at Memaw’s house. It was her favorite time of year.

It was at her house, Memorial Day weekend last year, that I realized I might be pregnant. The weekend she really got to know Jake and Jami. The weekend they fell in love with her. It was the last time we got to spend quality time with her without the rest of the family around. I’m grateful for that time.

I realize it’s not about the house. It’s about her, but I can’t help but feel my heart break to know that I will never go to Memaw’s house again. It will just never be the same.

I pray that my home can become that refuge for my family. I pray I can fill it with that much love and compassion. I pray I can be such a good example to my children and grandchildren. 

For me, there will never be another home quite like Memaw’s house.

One Response to “Memaw’s House”

  1. Seritha at 2:27 am #

    I know exactly how you feel. 😢 That was very hard for me too.💔 But I also know you will be a much-loved Memaw someday just as you are a very special and much-loved Mommy today. 🤗

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