change....

Our neighbor Dennis had an auction this past Saturday, (rather his family did, I don't believe Dennis was in agreement with this) how sad to see. The weather matched my mood, rainy and cloudy, simply miserable. I know that for me it's hard to face that Dennis won't be living next door, after 14 years it's really hard to change, but it's also hard to face that this new path in Dennis life isn't the one he would choose. He is in a nursing home, but to a person in their 60's that is a blow like no other. The MS is taking it's toll on his body, and he quite simply wasn't able to take care of himself properly at home. It's just that a nursing home seems so drastic. I think his family is trying to do that best they can, somehow that may not be the best for Dennis tho. Watching people carry stuff away, was just so sad, I wondered if they knew the story behind that item, or if they even cared to know it....so much history, so many stories lost.
I found myself wondering as I looked around my house, what would you keep, what would you choose to sell? how do you condense a house into a room? I find myself thinking that alot of the stuff that fills my space isn't truly important to me, it's just stuff...so letting go wouldn't be difficult, but somehow I think I would have more than a room's worth of things that would be very difficult to part with, not sure how you would decide, not so sure I really want to think about it.
Now when I look out the window to the west I find myself remembering so many moments and occasions with Dennis, and it feels empty. Wondering who the new neighbors will be, praying that they will be likeable, and please let them be quiet at night, I know it isn't the end of the world we will make new memories, Dennis is only 20 minutes away, change isn't always a bad thing, it just takes some time to get used to it.