Bitter Sweet Day

The last day or two of our move from Racquet Club, brought tears, laughter and some nostalgic dress up with wedding dress, and old cheerleading outfits.  It brought our good neighbors over to say good by and promises of  not to forget each other and  thank you for all you have meant to us.  The day brought, Rob and Abby , in there on way, to say good by to the house they grew up in .  There were strong men with strong backs,  moving 31 years of life's stuff onto the truck, and  Abby and Amy, diligently wrapping Papa.s doll house and Rob making sure the  Star Wars, of long ago, got out of the attic, and most definitely, his monkey and blanket taken to a safe place.   Chad was not able to help, but things were set aside for him and Lisa, and many memories of that freckled face boy was found.   Then, an almost empty house called me back late at night to sleep one more night and  try to keep what was left of the home fires burning until new owners  made their own.   Another passage in my life has ended and when Louis and I revive ourselves, after such a move, we will take the good of the past with us and as my precious neighbor, Ruth, said , "let the past broaden our horizons for the future".  Then she waved good by and said, " By Scarlett---Straight ahead! "