Unfortunately I received a phone call around 2 PM, that took me by surprise. My husband's Aunt Barb passed away suddenly today. His uncle Mike was the one to find her. No details about the cause just yet. What a wonderful person she was, we are still in shock, so unexpected. What's really sad and bizarre is that he lost his Uncle George to a heart attack (age 58), 2 months later he lost his uncle Charles (51) to a heart attack, then a week later Uncle Charles's son Charlie had a heart attack and died (age 28 years old). Then 6 months later his cousin Jake (age 38) dies of a heart attack. This one shook him up bad, they were very close. At this point he went to a heart specialist to see if it was something that ran in the family. Thankfully everything looks good with his health. He even trained for a 1/2 marathon and ran it in Jake's honor. Then more horror, 4 months later his Aunt Connie (48 ) dies (married into the family) from a heart attack, and now 8 months later we share the grief of the sudden death of his Aunt Barb (also married into the family) I just find it hard to understand so much loss in such a short time. It's heartbreaking. Waiting to hear more details. Sorry this is the darker part of my post, but felt I needed to express my thoughts on this today. R.I.P Aunt Barb.....
This weekend when we were taking a drive, I saw this home abandoned on the road side and asked Jerry to pull over so I could take some pictures.
Have you ever been captivated by these old abandoned homes? Ever wonder who may have lived there? What their life was like or how many generations came before? I have always been interested in the past, how others lived back then, the stories they left behind. What happened to them?
When I came across this homestead, I got to thinking of the family, or the generations of a particular family that could have lived here. The farming they may have done, how they fit into society. It always saddens me to see a home fall by the wayside. Perhaps in all it's glory it had beautiful gardens, and blossoming trees. Perhaps the barn was filled with animals that helped to keep their farm running. Maybe children ran through the fields laughing and playing.... See I feel there is so much more to this home then just a shell. It has a story to tell, perhaps waiting for someone to uncover it. I just find it inspirational to talk about. I'm guessing at one time this was a house full of life, love and wonder.
Have you ever felt this way? Do you wonder what happened in these homes that have fallen into neglect and disrepair? Do you ever think of the legacy you are leaving behind for generations to come? I do, that's why I have decided to blog, so that after I am gone, my blog along with my journals and scrapbooks will live on for my girls, and their children, and so on from there. With all the grief I've faced in my life losing loved ones, I know to live every day to the fullest and to live with gratitude and love. It's not worth sweating the small stuff, when you just need to see the bigger picture. Hope you hug your loved ones extra tight tonight, as there as those of us who wish we still could.