In just three days I will be moving to my 55 plus townhouse. I can't describe how difficult it has been to box everthing. I am sleeping on the floor on a mattress, and so is my husband. The financing should be completed by this Thursday, and we can proceed with the purchase of our townhouse. I love the idea of having only 2 bedrooms and two bathrooms, and a carport. The clubhouse and the garden will make it feel like living in our own home. I can already imagine playing in the clubhouse with the grandchildren where they will have the space to run around and enjoy the place.
Of course the hardship of change and leaving the home where my children grew up into young women is very difficult. Everything reminds me of their teenage years. Walking into the bare bedrooms now is almost unbearable. A chapter has closed on our lives. The garden is closed for winter, and so is my vision for the future. Making friends with older people is foreign to me; yet I too have become old in the journey of life. I too have become frail in some ways; more emotional, more tired, and more wanting. I long for the unity of the family, the unity of the spirit.
As I wait for the arrival of yet another grand-child, I wonder when Deborah would have met her partner in life, and wether or not we would have made this termendous move of downsizing just yet. My daughter who is the nurse keeps reminding me how much harder this would have been if I had to do this without my husband, or even if I had to do this 10 years from now.
God Bless you all for your kindness in waiting for me to settle down into our small home. My reward is corresponding with you more often and sharing our hearts together. I miss you and ask for a little more time. Please keep healthy and continue to self care and be accountable about your health to someone close. We need each other soooo much my friends.
God Bless
Maria
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