The mother of one of my best childhood friends died several years ago.
My friend died a few years ago.
His father recently died.
You know what happens next.
The house was sold.
It was filled with memories. Monopoly games at the kitchen table. Summer afternoons on the front porch. The basement dart board. A big friendly fluffy cat. Slot cars and trains under the Christmas tree that were the envy of every kid in the neighborhood.
I miss those days.
Good times. Great friendship.
I will never get used to seeing other people in that house.
