I'm a problem solver

While I was in the Old Country, sleeping in my old room in my parents' house, I had a lot of Those Dreams. Over the years I have had different versions of Those Dreams. When I was at school I would dream I was sitting at my desk and then I would slowly realize I was wearing a nightshirt and everyone else was wearing their school uniform. My Dear Old Mum told me she would dream she was going to school in a vest/undershirt that was too short, and nothing else. Although I haven't had any more of Those Dreams since getting back home,when I was back there I kept dreaming that I went out without anything on below the waist. Those Dreams were so persistent that eventually in my dream I thought to myself "I really need to pop a sarong into my handbag".

Nothing stays the same

They lived here for 36 years; I only lived here for five. After I left my old room quickly became a spare room, but this house has been a constant for my children. My son and I moved seven times, my daughter has moved four times in her sixteen years but my parents' home remained the same for them year after year. This is the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. The only constant is change my friend

Last day ever in my parents' house...

Family Ties

It's been a rough two years. We buried dad last week and now we're packing up the house they lived in since 1977. Nobody wants to go through this, and I wish I could tell you you don't have to; but if you were born then you have parents somewhere and I am here to tell you that one day they will definitely die.Sorry to be the bearer of such bad news.
Losing both my parents brings up all kinds of cliched emotions and makes it obvious that this human experience is a shared one, and that these cliches exist because most of us go through something similar when we lose loved ones. Next week my daughter turns 16, and my son is 21, and I'm an orphan now.