Monday, September 22, 2014

A House Full of Memories

Is it terrible of me to admit how much I love being here, in this house, alone?

I mean, it’s too much house for one person, far too much, but it holds happy memories and it’s easier for those memories to expand and be enjoyed without Dad and Elizabeth here. I remember games of hide and seek with Mom - I always hid in one particular cupboard and she always pretended she didn't know I was there. I thought I was so good at hide and seek! 

Those kinds of memories - they’re richer here. Sometimes that's good, sometimes it weighs heavily on me. So much has been lost.

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