The Beginning of a Memory

They should have started tearing down my house by now.

I want to be there for it. Unfortunately, I have to be at school.
I will stop by after class, though.

This is the end of an era.
My family has been in that house for 22 years.

It’s a little staggering.

My mother goes back into surgery tomorrow.
They are going to re-operate on her hip.
She is in so much pain.

By the time she returns from the hospital, the house will be gone.
We can all start over.