T’was nine years ago when I stood on the porch of my home on a calm morn awaiting the moving truck. I was alone, scared, teary-eyed, and yes, alone. 29 Priscilla Lane had been my home for over 30 years. I raised my two sons there. That was the only place they ever knew to call ‘home.’ It was a beautiful retreat with over one acre.
And now it was time to let go, sell the home and move onward…
And so up the long driveway I heard footsteps…there appeared a slim man with gray hair. He drawled, “Lady, where w goin’?”
His name was Don. From that moment on he became a storyteller, a jokester, and endless monologue of life’s journeys. The day was a whirlwind.
When we were all packed up I walked out the door and put the past behind. I know I will always have the memories but life moves forward. Houses and property are just that. We cannot get attached to structures.
Since that day I have had the pleasure of working with many clients, having Don move them. Some new stories, some edited monologues. Always a delight. Always refreshing.
Thank you, Don for having such great insight into the human spirit and your kind words.