One afternoon, years ago, my husband and I went to an estate sale. The homeowners died, their family removed all the items they wanted to keep, and the rest was left ‘as is’ for the estate sale. I remember feeling very sad as I walked through this particular home. I imagined the items left behind had stories to tell, and I felt a little guilty fumbling through these unknown memories.
This post was written by my friend, havocandshine. It pertains to her going home and paying her respects to her brother, who died recently. Sit down, have a cup of coffee and read this well written and heartfelt post.