Tears of sadness for life gone by....

yet tears of joy for moving on! My Mom sold her house this month...it's a house that's been in the family since 1977. We've all lived there...all of us before my parents moved to Leawood, then my sister, then my husband and myself, then after the divorce, Mom again. It is a house that holds many memories...some sad, but most very happy! Our names are carved in the basement floor from a time that seems so long ago. They say that they can take everything but your memories yet, I'd like to know what happens when your memory isn't that good to start with. I have blocks of my life that I truly don't remember, I'm not sure where they went or how to regain them. I don't remember much of anything prior to the age of 14, and even some of it after 14 is fuzzy. My memories of living there are very good ones some of the happiest in my life, growing up, the neighboorhood kids, the block parties, the start of a "new" life. The things I miss already but will miss so much more that I will not have a home to go to in the "village." That's what it is my home...it's where I became the person I am today and it will no longer be a part of me. Yet part of me is happy to leave the past exactly where it belongs, in the past...maybe I will stop looking behind me to see if it's catching up.