Flashing lights stopped the early Sunday morning traffic. I caught my breath. Could my timing really be that perfect?
It was. My childhood home was coming down the street.
I’d grown up next door to a private school, and they’d never hid their lust for our land. When my parents moved into a retirement home the sale was made.
At first they were going to demolish the house. The school had no use for a brick ranch in the middle of the new soccer practice fields. When I learned that someone was relocating it so that a new family could grow up in it, I burst into tears. Grateful tears.
I shed a lot of tears over losing that house and my mother’s beloved yard. I tend to attach myself deeply to places. Maybe you do too.
Losing a beloved place is a kind of grief, a very real grief. And yet, there are not community rituals to support us, to allow us to give voice to our loss. Sometimes we may feel shamed – or shame ourselves – for our feelings.
I’m going to talk about such losses in my upcoming webinar, If Nobody Died Why Am I Grieving? We’ll talk about losses like home and pets and relationships and dreams and how we can grieving them.
Come and join me. It’s free and you have a pick of three different times. (All webinars will be live.) You can register here.
I still miss having that home to drive by and revisit, although I go there often in my memories. Maybe you revisit the places and people and pets you’ve lost as well.
Hop on over to LinkedIn and read my latest article about letting go of what works.