Moving day

Today was moving day. My Mom moved out of the home we grew up in for the better part of our lives. It was sad to leave the home that had so many memories. The smell of my Mom's home cooking coming from the kitchen, the caring and love that both my Mom and Dad provided to their kids, to make sure that we lived in a safe and warm home. I remember when we moved in to that home when I was 10 years of age. We had lived closer to the city and then my parents bought this home out in the suburbs of the city and it was a refreshing start which we cherished every moment. Yes, there were good and bad times, yet we dealt with whatever came our way and became stronger and closer as the years went by. Family members are the most important people in our loves, no matter what is said or done to make us feel differently towards them. As we all age I believe we just start to except the differences and move on. My Mom always says to forgive and forget and my lovely wife is a lot like my Mom as she also forgives people easily. I thank my wife for making me realize this as I was the type of person, in the past, that would hold a grudge. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I hear the weather will be nice.