overgrown and neglected

This is my grandparents home. Overgrown, run down, unloved and neglected. It has been several years since they both passed away and on our recent trip to Mount Gambier I really wanted to see how their home was going. As I pulled up in our bus out the front of their home, I was in shock. I wanted to burst into tears at the sight of it.

In my mind this home was large. It was full of fun memories of going to the beach, of hanging out at the dairy, of playing with animals, of eating wonderful meals in the small kitchen, of listening to my grandfather play the organ, of art, of craft, of bad wallpaper and of love.

Standing on the side of the road, this home looked small, it looked plain and it looked dead. I wanted to buy it immediately, to restore it, to love it and to fill it with life again. I wanted to keep those memories alive, to spend time in this home once again and to pass them onto my children. 

As I stood on the side of the road looking at the run down state of their home, trying to hold back the tears, I knew that it was time for me to let go and to move on. It was now up to me to keep those memories alive in our family and it was time for me to take over and to create a home just like I remember enjoying. 

I came to see how my own children feel about our home. They don't care about what new gadgets we have, how much money we have or if we are keeping up with the latest trends. All they care about is how they feel in our home, the wonderful memories we create there and of being loved.

Those few seconds that I stood on the side of a country road were a wonderful reminder to focus on what matters most this year. To nourish my family with love and kindness and to not neglect them at any cost. I am determined to give it my best shot in making it happen.