a little sprout

Since my mother's passing, we are again facing some major changes... each bringing their own set of worries and pain you thought you already knew. My Dad is selling the house we grew up in. Thirty beautiful, stressful, wonderful, bittersweet years spent in that home. Christmas, Halloween, Easter- you name the holiday, my mom decorated the house for it. She always saw the light in pretty much anything- making things seem all the more special and memorable. All the things she held dear are now just that- things. There is almost too much- too much to take and try to hold on too with this major change. I've packed up photos, books, toys,  knick  knacks, clothes- anything I can grasp the past with; anything I can show my children to remind them of their precious Grandmother, to share stories of my beloved Mother and of a time and a place that will now be forever gone....   If I had my life to live over   -by:  - Erma Bombeck     “I would have t...