The last thing left in my home...

My parents sold our house this year. They lived there for almost 30 years and it was the house I grew up in. The new owner is going knock most of it down and build some huge monstrosity on the land.

My parents were all packed up and moved into storage by the end of March, and the closing didn’t end up happening until the 2nd or 3rd week of April (my parents had gone down to Florida). After the closing my sister made a last trip to the house to walk through. She carved our names into the house’s main support beam and walked through the whole thing which was COMPLETELY empty. (for those of you who have been there before you can imagine how strange it must have been, and for those of you who haven’t, picture me…with a house…being there for 30 years and how much stuff I would have).

She was in the basement, in my dad’s workshop – where he had all his shoe repair machines/equipment, and all his tools before they moved. For about 6-7 years when I was younger he ran his business out of that area. On the top shelf, out of her reach, she noticed a piece of paper with the edge turned up. She asked Ian to see what it was. Attached is a picture of what she found.

IT WAS THE ONLY THING LEFT IN THE HOUSE.