In June 2012 Fester's younger brother was found dead, of natural causes, in the family home. It was the house he was born in and lived with his parents until they both passed away. Being his closest relative it was down to Fester, and me, to sort everything out.
I didn’t notice this on my Facebook trawl yesterday.
I didn’t notice this on my Facebook trawl yesterday.
When does a home cease to be?
When
the last mug is wrapped and packed and you can no longer offer anyone a cup of
tea.
Mr
Gobiron: Sounds quite somber ...
We've been back in Sheffield to finish off
clearing out the Fester family home.
All
the furniture is gone, all the beds are stripped, but it was at that moment
that, for me, it ceased to have a heart and turned into just a building.
I wasn't there that often but it holds some
very significant memories, particularly of Jean and Fred (my boys'
grandparents) and when the boys were babies.
I've learned so much about them through the sad task of dismantling the
home they built for their boys.
One more
trip, one more carload of bits and bobs and that's it;
up for sale and gone
forever.
Strangely I didn't get a quarter as emotional about my family home in Wales going.
Perhaps because I wasn't as involved with
sorting and clearing it.
Perhaps because
I'd done all I needed to do there and lived away so long.
I just feel someone ought to mourn this passing and it seems to be down to me.
Intimations of mortality - as Phil used to say ...
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