The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]


It’s Time To Say Goodbye …

So the time has come to close the door on the house I grew up in for one final time.

I’ve written the reasons for why this is happening in the past – as I have the reasons why the house was, and always will be, be so important to me – but it is the beginning of a new chapter for my family and my Mum and Dad would be so happy.

Anyway, we went to visit her one final time.

While the garden remained pretty much as my parents left it – thanks to us having a gardener visit every fortnight for the past 4 years [and we’ve taken a couple of things from there to plant in our new home so we will forever be connected] – going into the actual house was a very different feeling.

Part of it was because there was nothing in it.

No furniture.

No people.

No noise.

And so the overall effect was the house felt smaller … more fragile … and yet, as I walked through each room, there were so many emotions going through me.

As I watched my son run through the place holding his toys, I could see me – probably at his age – doing the same.

I saw where my Raleigh Grifter was waiting for me in 1989, on Christmas day.

I could see where my Dad – and then Mum – would sit in the lounge, on their rocking chair.

I could hear my Dad shouting ‘it’s ready’ from the kitchen our Saturday Beefburger was ready for scoffing down.

I could see my old clock radio when I was in the ‘small bedroom’ and my big stereo when I got ‘upgraded’ to the bigger room.

I could see the bed Mum and Dad slept in … where I would sit by them and chat throughout my time in the house.

Mum and Dad’s bedroom was especially poignant to me.

Regardless what happens in the future, it will always be ‘their room’ as they used for the entire time they were alive [and I was around].

Below is a photo of their empty bedroom that I took.

I’ve superimposed another photo of Otis that I took on the day after Mum died.

He’d just flown with his Mum overnight from Shanghai and he’s lying on the side Mum used to sleep on, looking at a painting of a mother and her child that hung above her bed.

He never got to meet her in person – he was supposed to a couple of weeks later when she recovered from her operation.

Alas it didn’t work out that way which is why this photo is so precious to me and why I feel, in a weird way, they did get to be together – hugging each other tight – if only for a second.

Another thing that got me, was when I went to the garage.

When we were having the house refurbished because we wanted to help a family live in a good area, we wrote a message on the wall about how much that house meant to us.

Well, when we checked at the weekend, we saw the tenants had left their own note and I have to say – it got to me because while my life is moving on, it was built in those 4 walls and I hope it does the same for anyone and everyone who lives there.

Thank you Mum.

Thank you Dad.

Thank you house … you will always be treasured.


8 Comments so far
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You are a very good man Robert.
I am sure your parents are watching and are very proud.

Comment by Lee Hill

Ok, this is a nice post. You might be a nightmare to your friends and colleagues but you are a good one to your family.

Love the idea that the garage has become a review of the happiness the house has brought to the people who lived there.

Comment by Bazza

Lovely Robert. As Lee said, your parents would be proud of you and how you have handled this situation with your family home.

Comment by George

Thank you folks. It’s a bittersweet moment and yet feels the right thing to do.

Without doubt that’s because it is enabling us to have a home that Otis will one day – hopefully – feel as deeply connected to, as I was to this.

Hope Mum and Dad would be proud. I am sure they would be but – let’s face it – they’d be a few events in my life where I’d be met more with a frown than a smile. Ha.

Comment by Rob

occasionally youre not a fucking prick.
this is nice campbell. very fucking nice.

Comment by andy@cynic

Who knew.

Comment by DH

I seem to have some dust in my eye.
This is really beautiful Rob.

Comment by Pete

[…] that we have bought our first family home, even if we’ve not yet moved into it and it meant saying goodbye to the home I spent the first 25 years of my life […]

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