This is beautifully written. It also reminds me of what's about to happen with my own grandparents' big beautiful mysterious house, and I feel that I can empathize with you.
sigh. i think we should form a support group for the loss of beautiful old houses. when they were selling, i kept wishing my credit were good enough that i could have bought it from them, even though now it is in a bad part of town (lots of crime--break-ins etc).
once upon a time, after the civil war, it was part of a huge estate. heh. so, if i had money and health i would've tried to keep in it in the family. ah well...what was your grandparents' beautiful old house like? do you ever pass by it on the road and say hi? :)
My grandma said her ghost would haunt the son who kept her from dying anywhere but home.
I hate when I act foolishly!!!! recently i did a very dumb thing. Now I live with the consequences. what can ya do? it ain't even live and learn. it's just live.
My mom just sold her big house and got a very small one. but it's perfect, really. i hope things improve for your parents.
i think once the apartment is finally done and they can actually move in for real it will all turn out fine. they live right across a field from my aunt now--on a nice bit of land, with woods and a pond and horses.
it won't be like the old place, but everything will be new and shiny and not needing to be fixed all the time. :)
A couple months after my father died, my mom suffered a seizure alone in our wonderful old house. It took her nine hours to crawl to a phone - the hospital found a tumor in her brain and removed it. She managed another year in the house alone. But Parkinson's disease crept up on her and she finally had to sell. How much I hated and still hate that our old house is gone.
Soon after selling it, she collapsed and hasn't walked since. At first she was delirious and she kept dreaming about the house, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality. She dreamt that new owners had moved in and were dividing the house into sixteen units. It upset her and she'd tell us all about it, but everyone knew she was nuts. Except I thought that perhaps there was a meaning to her dreams, but perhaps it's just foolish hope on my part.
i've been trying to capture what you wrote in one word and i think i found it: compelling. this would make an amazing story--there is a strange and terrible beauty to it, and tragedy as well. i am so sorry that your mother has had to suffer; i can't imagine what this must have been like for you.
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once upon a time, after the civil war, it was part of a huge estate. heh. so, if i had money and health i would've tried to keep in it in the family. ah well...what was your grandparents' beautiful old house like? do you ever pass by it on the road and say hi? :)
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I hate when I act foolishly!!!! recently i did a very dumb thing. Now I live with the consequences. what can ya do? it ain't even live and learn. it's just live.
My mom just sold her big house and got a very small one. but it's perfect, really. i hope things improve for your parents.
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it won't be like the old place, but everything will be new and shiny and not needing to be fixed all the time. :)
hope you've gotten a decent meal in you. :)
-cm
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Soon after selling it, she collapsed and hasn't walked since. At first she was delirious and she kept dreaming about the house, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality. She dreamt that new owners had moved in and were dividing the house into sixteen units. It upset her and she'd tell us all about it, but everyone knew she was nuts. Except I thought that perhaps there was a meaning to her dreams, but perhaps it's just foolish hope on my part.
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big hug,
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poor house, poor grandparents, poor monster. :(
wherever will the ghosts go now?
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