Trying to move on

[ClingingToHope]

I was having a good day and then D7 had to call W about something. She asked to speak to me. She wanted to let me know she'd been approved for a mortgage to buy the house from me.

Oh joy.

I know this is good for me and for the girls long term since I'll end up getting a lower bi-weekly payment.

But I've put 12 years into this house. I built the bridge across the creek. I built the flower garden. When we had a flood and my beloved W was at the campground, I spent 11 hours cutting and hauling flood soaked carpet through the mud up a hill to the curb.

I scraped 20 year old carpet off D7's floor for new carpet and out of the main hallway so we could put in hard wood floors.

Plus there's the memory of being with W in six rooms of the house.

Even in W's cold-blooded heart she has to have memories galore of me. At least I know the girls do.

But I keep telling myself "For this life Lord, I am grateful."