I’m in the house where I was born, and lived in for the first 18 years of my life. It’s being sold, the deposits and papers are in- just waiting for the final stroke to let it go. Forever.
The heart is numb, sort of. I don’t know what I’m feeling. It’s complicated.
Mom and one brother are to be moved and found a “good” place to live. Mom is 82 1/2 and senile, brother is 60 and a bachelor. Dad is gone to better life for the last 35 years. It’s complicated.
Yes, now what.