:(

[lady_curmudgeon]

The papers have been signed.
My parents' house is offically on the market.
Signs and ads will be up and running by Monday.

That's all I've got to say about that...

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[greencow.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[points.livejournal.com]

*Seconds the hugs*

Hello you...

[ross.livejournal.com]

Well, I hope at least that you can see this, as with your developing relationship with some decent, as a positive move forward in your life after so much strife. I realise it's a spongecake soaked in sadness for you because you mainly got on with and loved your parents and it's a severing of that bond: you can't go home anymore. The 'home' you remembered. I hope feren will be your home now.

Very good luck with the transition, I wish you no bumps in this final stretch of that particular road. Much love and positive vibes.

There's a personal irony in opening my journal this morning to see your post about this. What woke me early this morning was a phonecall from my cousin Rhona. She was phoning from a Hospital in Liverpool to tell me my mum was in a bed there and wasn't expected to make the end of the day. You already know what I think of my mum. I'm not about to be a hypocrite at the last, and go rushing up there all tearful. Frankly if she isn't going to make it I wouldn't be in time, and typically, I couldn't afford it anyway.

I'm sorry for her, in sofar as I'd be sorry for anyone dying in a hiospital bed with a mask over their face and hooked up to various tubes; it doesn't afford a lot of dignity. But I'm all cried out over this part of my life. And most of those tears were during my childhood and early teens and she was the cause of them. One reaps what one sows.

The final irony here is that, according to my wonderful, compassionate cousin, is that my soon to be ex-mother is in the same bed in the same ward as my Aunty Nancy three years ago. The ward where she made such a pain of herself to the nurses and (terminal) patients because she could never see beyond her own nose, whilst my dying Aunt was decorum itself.

Good luck Pam. Good luck.

OH HELL

[waterdawg.livejournal.com]

I remember FINALLY being able to put my parents house on the market (most of you don't know the whole story, but my *disfunctional* mother willed it to her best friend who gave it back to me... took over a year to get that straight).....

It is a hard step... I remember cleaning out the house (well before the year was up)... And the NEIGHBORS digging through the garbage - why are your throwing away >>>>>>?

Excuse me?

But it was a neighborhood that everyone built homes & stayed there for *EVER*

I hope for you the easiest road - it won't be without bumps. Walking out that door the last time hurts, hurts like hell.

But then you got to set your mind straight - moving forward, never back. Most all of us have to do this & our parents would want us to move forward with the love kept inside.....

My hopes & dreams for you - I'm here if you need me.

Re: OH HELL

[marketeer]

I know it's difficult but, in the long run, it's probably for the best. Take care.

[nekosensei.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. *hugs*