Today I sign the deed of my parents house. It is out of our hands now. 53 years old history of my family in that house which my father build ended today.
I whis that the family that moves in will be as happy as we were. Someday I might blog about my childhood, teenage years and as an young adult in that house. The pictures are of my son Beggi and my grandfather who at the time was living upstairs. The other one of Beggi in the garden.
Thanks Ed. This is just life and I´m not feeling bad. Pálmi my husband does not feel up to changing the house at his age and the garden is lot of work. {{{{{Hugs}}}}}
it must be hard to let go of it, but the good thing is you have happy memories of your childhood in that house, and i believe these new owners will also be happy there.
you did real good skald. you put in alot of hard work to make this happen.
skald what happend... why did you have to give up your ancestral home... its sad that something that is so much a witness to your lives for 53 years will now be given up.
Sweet. nothing much happened. My father died in the autumn of 2003. My mothter is in a home now. I am an only child and my husband does not want to live there. the house is old and has to be repaired and done up. Reconstructed for modern use. My husband does not trust him self to do it and it costs a lot of money. Our apartment is much more comfortabe. My mother can not maintain the house and it cost to keep it. It also costs to have her at the home where she is secure. this is just fate. It had to be.