Kathy and Dad's Profile
My parents were married for forty-seven years when Mom died. They had lived for thirty years in the comfortable three-story Victorian house on Main Street from which we kids had gone to school, married and returned with our own kids, and where Dad still lives today. Technically, the third floor consisted of two large bedrooms that had been framed, wired, but never finished since the house had been built in 1894. But we all called it “the attic.”
That was where things went when we didn’t want to throw them out, but we didn’t need to have them around for a while. Now it’s where Dad and I go to sort those things out, laugh or cry over memories, and share some of them with others who can love them as their own. It has been our chance to bond, remember Mom and turn a page in the book of life.
- Joined June 30, 2009