Lady Aberlin's Muumuu

Part of me is sad that the house is going; but then I must be honest with mylesf and admit that it isn't the house I will miss. It is my mother. After she died, I kept wondering why the thought of selling her home wasn't bothering me as much as it did for my other sisters. I'm sure part of the reason is because I only lived there for less than a year. I was much more attached to the places we used to live, in Dubuque.But the biggest reason is one that I've only just realized recently. Since Mom died, her house hasn't been just empty without her there; each time I got out of my car, and Mom wasn't waiting at the door ready to greet me eagerly-I experienced the realization that never again would I see her smiling face or hear her voice. The house was not comforting for me; it was a brutal reminder that my mother was gone.So for me, it will be easier to deal with her death once I no longer have to experience the emptiness of the home she once lived in. I can see her in my dreams, go through her photographs and letters, read the words she had written; in my heart, she is still here.