Dear House on Statesman Drive,
You have been a wonderful home for us. We bought you 32 years ago and moved into you on a February day that was filled with wind and sleet. Our daughter, Erin, was four years old and our son, Jeremy, was 4 months away from being born.
You had a large, two car garage, an above ground swimming pool, a big yard, three bedrooms, a roomy yet cozy den, and an adequate kitchen. And we came to love you. And we called you home.
Our children grew up in you; from toddlers to teenagers to adults. There were many adventures along the way.
And now my wife and I are moving. Our children have homes and families of their own.
As I clean you out and spruce you up, moving box after box to the car and taking them to a new house, the voices and footsteps of the past echo in the silence and emptiness of you.
In the hallway between the kitchen and the den I can still see my five year old daughter, Erin, in her dance dress, showing me the ball and change. By the fireplace I can see the cradle where our son, Jeremy slept as Erin leaned over and kissed him. In the empty dining room I can hear the chatter around the table as the talk turned, over the years, from dolls and toys to cars and dates and schools.
As I climb the stairs, I see Jeremy constructing his giant hot wheels track from the bottom to the top of the stairs and sending his cars racing downward through two loops before crashing into the front door.
In the driveway the sounds of roller skates and bicycles fill the air and sounds of splashing and laughter come from the place where the pool once sat.
When I was cleaning out the storage room I found, behind the door, some writing on the wall that I had never seen before although I am sure it was there for quite some time. It said simply, yet profoundly, " Erin loves Jeremy."
The love that filled you is what made you a home. And we will carry this love into our new house and it will be this same love that will make this new house our new home.
Goodbye house on Statesman Drive. We love you.
