|Posted on April 16, 2011 at 4:04 PM|
As I did the final walk through the house, i got a little emotional. I thought about our son Sakae when he was younger. All the sleepovers he did with his friends; once I had about a dozen kids over for a slumber party. I thought about Sakae practicing his oboe in the back room. Our dog, Stinky. His ashes are buried under the persimmon tree. I walked through one room to another, recollecting memories. It was then that I found a little metal pin in the shape of a heart in the closet. I knew it was my mother telling me, "Don't forget your heart." I thanked her for the reminder.
I wrote a note to the buyer and wished her well. To love and enjoy living in this house, as much as we did.
Sakai stood in his studio and looked once more at the work of art he created. It was as if he was saluting it goodbye. If I were to give this art work a title, it would be, "OUR HOUSE".