It’s evening now and outside is nature’s quiet slightly punctuated by awakening night birds, and a distant barking dog. Since I arrived on Saturday this house has been filled with talk: making decisions, sharing memories, exclaiming over objects we had forgotten ever existed. Now it is so quiet. David and Jeanne have flown back East to resume their travels for another month or so before returning to work on getting this place ready to sell. Peter is off at a meeting for the evening. Now is the first time I have really experienced the absence of Mother and Dad in this beautiful earth-sheltered freeform concrete dome that they built over the course of thirty years. Yet I am not overwhelmed with grief the way I thought I would be. It feels a bit sad, but the beauty around me is such a legacy to two lives well lived. My greatest hope is that we can find a buyer who will honor this legacy as well as the wonderful couple who now owns the Colorado mountain home that I grew up in.
The Empty House