A Farewell

Since the passing of Dave, my mom has kept up the property all by herself through a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. This is where Dave cleared the ten acres with my brothers, where he planted fruit trees so that he could pick apples and pears with the grandkids, where they were going to have camp every summer, where Avery spent most of her first year of life. It's where she and D-dad would walk the property, she on his shoulders, the dogs following. It was my parents' retreat outside of the city. So many family gatherings were held here, usually on a holiday that required fireworks because there was room and no restrictions. It's just a house, but it's the last house where we knew him and loved him.

So, in memory, we gathered one last time. Soon enough we'll make memories at the new house, but for awhile, our hearts will reside here.