
The autumn leaves fall gently to the ground… The beauty gone, the branches raw and bare. Stripped back, empty, forlorn. To the naked eye it holds little appeal, & just the same…….
The rooms are barren and bare. The door shuts. One final time. The walls that hold 44 yrs of memories, now silent and still. The house that holds a thousand secrets, now barren, now bare… Stripped of the life it once held… Empty, forlorn…..
A home is not merely a structure, but thousands of memories in every way. The foundation of truth, the cornerstone to a child’s heart. A home is not merely a house, but where love meets anger, and kindness meets toughness, where tears find joy, where a family grows together and a place when all else is gone – the memories linger, the lessons are cherished, and those that remain are carried by the love that was shared.
So as the door is closed, one final time…..The walls are silent, the rooms are bare. There remains just two certainties – a house, just like the barren branches, will bloom again come spring…….And family will always be carried in the heart, long after the final curtain is drawn.