My life flashed before my eyes today.  I walked through all the rooms, spreading my arms wide, taking it all in. Little movies playing in my head in each room.  Today, I said goodbye to my childhood home.  To my home.  It is no longer my home. It has taken a lot of people to help me say goodbye. The two sisters I was blessed to be born with, Sherry and Tracey.  The two sisters who have walked in lock step through whatever life brought us.  The dearest of heart friends, that said things like, "It's okay, it's closure" or "No! You're not crazy! Grief is like that!" or "I knew I should check on you today."  And my wonderful, old soul daughter, who said the exact right thing at the exact right time to help me make the transition to peace.  My dear husband, who said or didn't say anything at the appropriate moment.  When I wanted to drive down and "walk the farm one more time" wouldn't let me second guess myself and not go. He made it possible for me to feel like it was a good idea.  Thank you to all of you, from the best parts of my heart.  And lastly, my abiding love and gratitude to my parents, Tom and Bett, for giving us a home that meant that much to us. The home you created will live on in all of us.