It is a beautiful house. The kind one works their life away for. The kind that has a jet tub that looks onto a fireplace, and almost as much garage space as house. I looked at it today and the story it told has a great message.
The husband lost his wife, he fled to the palm dessert. Everything is still on the walls, all the furniture in place. His wife died of cancer. Her touches are everywhere, they were married thirty years, no children. He still hasn't been able to pack her away, there are memories hidden in these things.
She liked roses. That is clear. The guest bedroom is done up in them. And interesting finds also, things which tell a story. She was able to blend formality with comfort, modernity with the past, and she must have been a wonderful person to create such a warm home.
I came away from this experience a whole lot wiser.
1) Having the house doesn't matter
2) Having the furntiure doesn't matter
3) Having the toys doesn't matter
All that matters is being together with the one you love.
I know this lesson well.
But sometimes in this modern greedy America, we all need reminders like this one.
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