Things have changed at my house; good things fortunately. It’s been 17 months since Kevin died and since then I had elected to stay in the house and live by myself. Whether that was the right thing to do, or perhaps it wasn’t the best thing to do, doesn’t really matter. It was a choice I made and it brought me to this point.
At this point, things have now changed. My house is full of energy and life again. My daughter, her fiancé and their 18 month old have now moved in. Actually, I suggested it. The timing was right. The real estate market here has gone silly, with prices that were way beyond what a house should sell for. So, I thought, why not see if they could sell their house and capitalize on the market. No harm really. They could afford their house, it was a bit small, but a good house, but they could also see if there was interest in buying it. If they could make a good profit on it, why not. They could move in with me until the market corrects, and then the money they make will go a bit farther. A good plan I thought, it just depended on whether the house sold or not.
It sold alright, in one day. Craziness! They had a viewing before it even hit the market. Only three weeks to closing date, which, with a small child, is quite the push. They managed though and now are residents of the family homestead. There will be some growing pains as we get used to each other, but that’s to be expected. There will be some adjustments for me, yikes, old girl that I am, I forgot what it is like to have a toddler around. Baby goes to bed and we whisper, no matter what room we are speaking in, we whisper. We could be in the garage and still speak in hushed voice, Lord knows we don’t want to wake the little man child up.
It’s not forever, it’s just for now. I think a year ago I wasn’t ready. I needed to face my loneliness as well as my needs. To do some hard thinking, preferable to avoid, but necessary on a multitude of levels. And writing, wow I have written out my thoughts throughout the months that have passed. As I got the house ready to welcome the kids, I found steno pads, index cards, notepads; any blank writing sheets, I filled them up. I don’t recall writing half of them, but I did date and number them all. There are whole weeks of time that I know better than to look at, I wasn’t in a good place. Likely it will be years before I revisit those thoughts.
I am glad to have some activity back in the house. Glad to hear voices other than my own and those on the darn television. Happy to have people to just coexist with, especially ones I love. So I will enjoy it for now. Hopefully it will work out fine for the duration, but what will be will be. When the time is right they will move into their own home again, which they need to do and are already planning. I think though of how hard Kevin tried to get them to move in with me as he got sicker and sicker. I wouldn’t hear of it, I didn’t want them to see me at my lowest, hell, I didn’t want to even be in my own skin then. Kevin was so worried about me and was still trying to take care of me even after he was gone. Funny how it turned out. He would be pleased.