Today we went over to my parent's house. They sold their house to the same gas company that bought our house. They had demo rights to it and so they had basically gutted the house and sold everything in it....windows, doors, trim, toilets, vanities, the fireplace, the fireplace mantel, carpet, tubs and just about anything else you can think of. They had a bunch of stuff they wanted us to go through to see if we wanted it. I ended up with my grandma's cedar chest (you can see it in the back of the suburban) and Chris had three army bags full of stuff from when he was in the army he went though.
I didn't take pictures of the house because in all honesty, I don't want to remember my parents house like that. The 1st time I saw the house (last week before Chris was here), I had to hold back tears because it was so heartbreaking to see their house like that. I watched my parents build this house, I was raising my kids in a house I loved (and that my parents also built) across the street from it and now both houses are gone. And it hurts and there are many times I question us leaving.......I know that we made the right decision in moving to Arizona. God shows me that over and over and over again in big and small ways. And I do have peace about our decision that I know can only come from God. But it still hurts to see a field where our house once stood and I know next time we go back, the place where my parents house once stood will also be a field.
Chris pulled out some of his old army stuff and my Grandpa tried it on! He ended up keeping this stuff so if you see him walking around Muskegon or at Wesco for his morning cup of coffee, say hi!
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