31 March 06

Moving On

I’m at my mother’s on the Northern California coast. There are boxes everywhere. This afternoon I went through twelve photo albums cataloging my youth. And my brother’s and sister’s. Choose what you want, she said. The rest’s going in the trash.

She’s moving to Maine to be near my sister and the grandkids. It’s the right time to move, while she can still make friends, start a new life.

I’m thinking not having her around’s going to leave a little hole in mine, though…

Posted by at 09:08 PM in Nature and Place | Link |
  1. I wish my mom would move closer to my sister’s so she could be better cared for. I am too far away for her to come to me. Be glad she is going before her health mandates a move and she is unable to care for herself. That is a hard time for them to begin again. :(
    — sky    1. April 2006, 02:25    Link
  2. Dang.

    There’s good birding in Maine, tho’.
    — Ron Sullivan    1. April 2006, 09:17    Link
  3. Moving is always difficult for the person moving as well as those who stay behind.
    I send the only thing I know – lots of sympathy
    — endment    1. April 2006, 12:06    Link
  4. Yikes, I hope you didn’t throw out ANY of that stuff. (Somehow, I feel free to say this despite having recently decided to incinerate my journal from 30 years ago . . . it’s just too mortifying!)
    — Doc Rock    2. April 2006, 16:52    Link

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