Prior to selling it, we're cleaning out our parents' house. It's where they raised us, laughed, danced, and loved together, and died. This is my goodbye.
My beloved parents of the "greatest generation" married post war (at 19 and not-quite-21). They grew up together, raised a family, and passed away within one month of each other. As the intown sibling, I was tasked with throwing things out, and finding hidden treasures - like the poem Dad wrote to Mom. Or the forever-hidden love letter from a Czech young woman that met Dad as a handsome young member of the occupying Army in postwar Czechoslovakia, wondering why he never wrote to her. (ps: he was courting my mother, in Chicago).
My beloved parents of the "greatest generation" married post war (at 19 and not-quite-21). They grew up together, raised a family, and passed away within one month of each other. As the intown sibling, I was tasked with throwing things out, and finding hidden treasures - like the poem Dad wrote to Mom. Or the forever-hidden love letter from a Czech young woman that met Dad as a handsome young member of the occupying Army in postwar Czechoslovakia, wondering why he never wrote to her. (ps: he was courting my mother, in Chicago).
Michael - memories, memories, memories.
Thank you....
Michael - I'm reading this again. Memories, loves, regrets. I'm feeling all of them, and I miss them so much. How are you and your family doing?