Well, all eras come to an end. Ivy is gone and the space is empty. We had the carpet cleaned and took the last load to the new apartment. Pepper and I took stock of the area.
It feels very surreal to think that 3 girls grew from babyhood to womanhood here.
I'm reminded of a writing by Erma Bombeck about telling her children to be quiet and then they left home and all was silent. Sniff, sniff. I can just hear the laughter and play in the silence.
Pepper and I wondered why she stuck Velcro on the wall.
What shall we do with the space?