Taking a turn down memory lane with Dad
TOLEDO, Ohio -- Long before I went on the road, there was one road - Malcolm Road - in Toledo, Ohio. There was one house, number 1053. And one man, my number one.
My father George Hartman built this house himself back in 1955. He planned on living in this house for the rest of his life.
"But when we built this house we didn't consider stairs as a factor when you get old," he said.
And so here we are, at that moment elderly parents and their grown children seem to dread equally - the selling of the family home.
"I prefer to stay, but you also have to realize that all good things come to an end," Dad said.
After my mom died last year, it became increasing difficult for him to manage on his own. So last month, my brother Joe and I went to Toledo to pack-up his things. Amid the boxes we found a lock of hair in a transparent plastic bag.
"My mother's hair when she died," Dad said, holding it in his hands. "She never got gray hair, as you can see."
"I would have taken your word for it," I said.
We spent a couple days to help dad with his downsizing which at times felt more like same-sizing. But when pressed, the only things that truly mattered, centered on his faith and family. Among the things saved, a Rosary and a handmade Valentine's Day card.
"I love you, dad, happy Valentine's Day," Dad read the card aloud.
"You want to throw that away?" I asked.
"No!" Dad said.
A house that raised a family is so much more then wood and shingles. It is home to almost every memory of our younger lives. It is in the background of everything we were - and helped make us who we are - it's where we learned to feel safe, sound, and sometimes even invincible.
Yes, technically a house is just a place, but at times like this it sure feels more like a person.
My dad is now moving to one story apartment near our other brother, Mike, in Atlanta. And although I know he's not going to like it at first, hopefully, eventually he'll be able to focus less on what he left behind, and more on what he made possible.
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