PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Moving. Such a hassle. Even worse when it wasn’t your own house you were packing up.
Mother and Dad had been lifelong packrats. Three dumpsters full just from the basement. Junk that “might come in handy someday.” There would be an estate sale for the farm machinery and most of Mother’s treasures.
People were still bringing flowers and casseroles in memory of Mother and Dad. They also brought stories, often new ones that Sarah had never heard before. Wonderful memories. Thoughtfully, Sarah fingered an old, empty journal.
A good place, she thought, for recording memories.