Home is where the heart is - A Rosie of Clifford Road, the end of an era.
I posted the other day, as we put Mum and dad's house on the market that it was devastating and like my heart is being ripped out. There is an saying "Home is where the heart is" and that is true. At the end of this week is my birthday - mid forties. All of my life, infact for all of my dad's life (minus 6 weeks) home was Clifford Road. It's been in the family for nearly 82 years. Be clear that I have lived elsewhere and I have been married for nearly 19 years and had another home - but HOME was Clifford Road. I know that because when I need to call my husband at home, I still sometimes start to call my parent's house number. When we stopped the line from incoming calls a few months ago, I cried. Other family members have different attachments and have different reactions. For me though that change was significant. Grief gets you like that and everyone is different. If I had the money I would buy the whole building back. (It's a traditional ...