[This is a reworking of the first blog post I ever wrote, in prose, on another hosting site, after my divorce and selling of our old house. – Owen]
It’s time to say goodbye, old life – it’s time for me to go…
To notches on the door-frame as we watched our children grow,
To walls that once held shadows from a child’s puppet show,
To unavailing efforts when we try to stem time’s flow
(For life will go the speed it goes, be that speed fast or slow)
To lives we built together here – the one I came to know —
Goodbye, old life. It’s time for me to go.
And now, I take a look around within day’s fading glow,
I loved you, but it’s over now. There’s no more con or pro –
For you are where you need to be; you’re neither friend nor foe.
I close the door and shiver as I feel the cold wind blow,
And think these words, this brief adagio —
Goodbye, old life
It’s time for me
To go
Oh that’s so sad! We have markings on our wall watching children grow (taller than their mother). I want to cry now!
Very touching. I hope things are going well for you.
Thanks, Lori. They are. – Owen
I am sad for all of us going through this, devastation of memories and a family we once treasured, a life we never knew would fade away. Hard not to breakdown reading your post😢
It’s been sixteen years since my original post and life got better for me than I ever could have imagined. I hope the same for you.
Thank you, so hard to see today. My son is my biggest concern💟
It was mine, as well. It gets better.
So glad that things improved for you Owen.