A moment in time..

My wife’s mom passed away in November.. her house is now sold.. and her home is now empty. My wife Tara said it best on her Facebook page tonight:

After a long day at my mom ‘s house- with some of her possessions in a U-Haul and some in a dumpster…her house is no longer a home. Sad but true. Although, we must keep in mind her home is within our hearts and never forgotten…

Amazingly true.. 80+ years of possessions stuffed in a dumpster or a UHaul, or sold for low prices compared to the original.. A home no longer a home. Now ready for the next occupant. Minus those memories of children laughing, without those nights of voices and hot chicken dinners. 

It’s over.
Gone.
Kaput.

I suppose we will all be in the same situation one day.. some of us sooner rather than  later. We will have our very own possessions rummaged through. People will judge what we had and decide if it should be junked.. trunked.. or dumped.

Life is a whirlwind. It’s gone in a breeze. Hope the breeze for all of you is nice, warm, and comfortable.. 

The interesting thing to me.. my mother-in-law’s now unoccupied house has a watcher. The past few times I’ve been there, including today, in the distant woods and owl sits present.. watching. And as a freshmen student of the paranormal I do know that some regard owls as the symbol of guardians of the afterlife. I’m ok with that. I need a symbol. Hell, I need anything after today—I need to expunge the guilt of knowing I trashed someone’s personal items. 

As the owl looks on…. and the owl today was gone. In the blink of an eye. Just as the last pieces of the home were emptied, I looked again at the woods. Hoping to find my new friend, the owl. He wasn’t there. In his place, an empty branch were he once perched. I suppose we are now on our own. A soul is gliding free to the other realm… as the owl flies.