For the Thankful Thursday Blog Hop.
Thank you for all of you who prayed that my 98-year-old Dad's house in Washington State sold before we were out of savings to pay for his Assisted Living care (he refuses to live with us, my cousin, or grandchildren - all who have offered up their homes to him). It was on the market longer than we liked, but what we expected given that it was fall/winter. But it is sold and closed - all the contents sold at auction or donated to charity and though he did not get near what he wanted for it (it's built right next to a big box mart, so it's like prison break lights on the back of the house at night) it's enough to pay for 3 years care without my having to tap into my retirement savings. I'm sad that there were so many things of my late brothers I couldn't bring here as we just have zero wall space or storage left in our little Bungalow in Chicago but I shipped home by UPS some of my Mom's cookware, crystal, and glassware that she loved as well as some of my brother's Navy submarine memorabilia and my Dad's WWII Uniform. There was so MUCH stuff after living there for 70 years, you can only imagine how much work it was for all involved.
The cleanout of the house could not have happened without the help of my cousin Liz and her partner Keith, and Rod, our late Pastor's son, who also was the Realtor.
Seeing the home empty of all my memories made me cry but it's such a weight off my shoulders now that this is done and Dad has enough money for several more years care without our financial help. Living 5 hours away by plane has not made it easy but I totally get that Dad wanted to stay in the home as long as he could and in his home town until he is called Home to our Lord.
I am glad I still have lots of photos like this one back in the 90's of my childhood playhouse. My Dad and Uncle Richard (who was an engineer at Boeing and my Mom's little brother) built that in the mid 60's and my brother and I spent many happy hours playing in it.