Eulogizing a Home: How to Say Goodbye to a Place With Memories

by Kelli Kehler

In some homes, the soul of the space has been lovingly crafted over time. The memories we make there, bit by bit, laugh by laugh, with some heartache thrown in for good measure, make it seem inconceivable to ever abandon the house itself. We say that it’s the memories and people that make a home, not the things in it or the structure itself, yet when we’re forced to leave a treasured home behind, it doesn’t merely tug at the heartstrings — it damn near severs them.

I’ve left old apartments behind before, and while I was sad to leave certain aspects (this balcony was the best!) or bemused with some observations (it looks so much bigger in here without my furniture), I never anticipated the mourning that ensued when we began the process of selling my parents’ home in Arizona.

This was not the home I grew up in. In fact, there are two memorable homes that came before this sacred one in question. There’s the house where I spent ages 2-12 in Indiana, and the house we originally moved to in Arizona where we lived for seven years. Then, my Mom and Dad bought a lot up the street, and built their next house — the one rich with memories.

They picked out every nuance of this house together down to the light switches. Cantera stone was brought in from Mexico, vaulted ceilings were employed to showcase the cacti-speckled mountains seemingly within arm’s reach of the backyard, lighting throughout evoked a cheery feeling at daytime and a cozy vibe at night. This house was built for entertaining.

I never truly “lived” in this home like my younger sister and brother did. Construction completed while I was in college, and throughout my four years just two hours away I’d never spent more than a month or two there at a time (summer breaks, etc.). I got hired to work for a newspaper in California and started two weeks after graduation. This was never, in a sense of living, my home.

But in the sense of soul, this was my home through and through. We LIVED in this house. Friends always felt welcome like it was their own home, and treated it as such. A whirlwind of moments from those 10 years would reveal late nights musing over a favorite song (“now listen closely to this part”), wine in hand; or Christmas mornings, when my Dad would play the same song every year as we gathered around the tree to open gifts (Johnny Mathis’ “Sleigh Ride”), the smell of Mom’s egg strata in the oven; or the New Year’s Day we all jumped in the hot tub in our pajamas.

The memories created there took on more profound meaning than ever before after my Dad was diagnosed with cancer in 2010. We clung to each other and to our constant — the house. I flew in from California frequently and the house didn’t let us down, it pulled us in and made us feel safe when we were so scared we couldn’t think straight. It reverberated the sound of Dad’s favorite Van Morrison songs. It wore the tread of visitors trickling in and out to spend time with us. It echoed the crying — it amplified the laughter. It kept bending and creasing, like a giant old sweatshirt, to be exactly what we needed when we didn’t even know what we needed.

And it continued to wrap us in its walls, even after Dad passed away in 2011. The memories were suddenly immortalized. Our home was unconditional and selfless. A steadfast confidant. A man in the storm.

So what is it that makes us mourn the loss of a structure? It’s not the great architecture, or the way the light pours in through the windows in the morning. It’s the loss of the vessel that held our memories. It’s almost as if leaving a home rich in such a lived-in history causes our memories to spill out everywhere, and we feel like we’ve spun out of orbit, scrambling to collect them.

As my Mom watched the movers load the last boxes onto the moving truck, I didn’t have to be there to guess that she felt her heart strings sever. I know that, like a death, she doesn’t know where to go from here. I know that her pain is overwhelming. We’ve all discovered now that it’s possible to grieve the passing of a home, too.

As I sat in my own home in California seeing the empty house through photos sent to me on my phone, I felt my heart breaking. It’s still breaking.

But we have to remember that we have lost the vessel, not the memories. We just have to build a new place to hold them. —Kelli

[Thanks to Grace for encouraging me to step out from my editing curtain to share this! And thanks to my friend Niyaz for reminding me that a house is just a vessel.] 

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  • Beautifully stated. But if you’re like me, you’ll return to this house often, in your dreams. I’ve lived in so many places and left them, but my dream visits are wonderful, as well.

  • Beautiful post. I had a similar experience saying goodbye to a sweet little bungalow house we live in in Utah for 12 years… when we left, I really felt like I was grieving the loss of a person. It was our first home as adults, our daughters came home from the hospital and all their childhood milestones happened there, our pets lived (and in some cases, died) there and it always felt like a warm and happy place to return to after a time away. It just felt like “us”. Life goes on and we make new spaces, but I think of it often and hope that it’s become a warm and happy place for it’s new owner too.

    • We have 3 days left in our home of 13 years. When we moved in the girls were all babies. We didn’t immediately love our house and didn’t think we’d be in it for long. Maybe that’s why I’m so surprised by my feelings of sadness and anxiety. So much life has happened here. I think I needed this good cry.

  • amazing… as i read this, my parents are currently spending their last few minutes in my childhood home signing the closing papers. thank you for this, you’ve written just what i’m feeling. it’s heart breaking.

  • When my mom passed away, I had the same overwhelming feelings about the home she lived in with our family. It’s amazing how much weight it can hold. I actually went through the whole house and took pictures of each room so I can remember who my mom was in that house. Thank you for sharing. I have tears in my morning coffee.

  • This post left me in tears. What a beautiful and bittersweet tribute to a home. I am so glad you stepped out of editing for a moment to write this. I moved 17 times as a kid so I sometimes struggle to find roots in a home…as they feel temporary to me now. I have found solace in knowing that my family is the core root structure upon which I stand and the houses I have lived in are the garden. Uprooting the plant is painful and hard but as long as we have each other (whether in spirit or flesh) I know that there will always be gardens to grow in. Thank you for this post.

  • What a beautiful essay that brings up the interesting issue of how we relate to space and project our memories on it. I dread the day when my parents will have to sell the home where I was raised in our small town in Wisconsin… that will be devastating.

  • simply beautiful – thank you for this and for knowing I’m not alone when I think my heart will break if we ever leave our tiny but amazing city house -the place we have put our heart and soul into. My teary eyes are so thankful for your words!

  • Kelly-this was so beautifully written. I loved visiting that house-but for the people, not the house. Although, it IS an awesome house. Your mom will make her next place just as welcoming, and I can’t wait to visit! Love you all!

  • Kelli, you are a treasure. Thank you so much for stepping out and sharing your story with us. I’m not sure I’ve ever read an article about the feelings we embrace and the times we mourn when a home is left behind. You wove the most lovely story and added so much to my day. Can’t wait until you contribute again, and, thanks Grace!

  • Beautiful post! It’s definitely something to keep in mind that homes are so hard to leave sometimes. Sometimes the process of moving can bring the catharsis you need – sometimes it doesn’t. Either way it’s good to set aside some time to think about your home and your memories in it as you’re leaving.

  • I didn’t really have a house that I grew up in (we moved ALOT). But I teared up just the same thinking about the house I’m in right now. I vacillate between disliking it, judging it, feeling trapped in it, and yet loving the work my husband and I have done to it so far, our dog sleeping in it, the neighbors that come by just to chat. So if my home is in my heart, as Vicki says, then I shouldn’t judge it so harshly. Thank you for this wonderful essay.

  • Thank you – this was beautiful. My grandparents’ home was a touchstone to me, even more so after my parents’ divorce. Sadly, they are gone and their home was torn down. While I still struggle with that hole in my heart, I am thankful to come from a family with such a strong sense of place. I think it’s a wonderful quality to have.

  • BEAUTIFULLY written Miss Kelli…..the memories by all your family & friends will remain forever. While it is time to move on, it is in this case, a sad reminder of what you (& all who loved Jim/your dad) lost. While that memory is a tough one, he would be SO proud of all of you for the respect & love you continue to show him and each other as your lives continue. The happy memories from all the times in that home will live on.

  • What a beautiful way to put down in words the feelings that so many of us have experienced. I said good-bye to my childhood home in Chicagoland in 2000, and it was one of the saddest good-byes I’ve yet to experience. The familiar sound that big old front door made when someone came through its doors calling out, “I’m hoooome!” That big, old house watched over me as I grew up and then came back for so many visits for so many years. Love that red brick home – wonderful memories. Thanks for your story.

  • A home is where the heart is. This brought me back to my old home that I grew up in. So beautifully written and caused me to wish I could turn back the hands of time and be with my entire family and friends in that beatiful English tudor I grew up in. Thank you for sharing this heart felt eulogy .

  • This is such a beautifully written essay, and so heartfelt. I was so sad when my parents moved from our centuries-old childhood home to their empty-nest townhouse that didn’t have any character by comparison. But losing your dad must make the loss that much more difficult and poignant. We have a watercolor portrait of the house, and my mom at one point even had a dollhouse made to look like our house(!), but in my heart is where it still resides. I love the house I live in now, where we’re raising our own children, but I know the time will come when we will have to leave this nest and make memories in a new home. I wish you and your family all the best.

  • Lovely. Very much like Lisa, I was so sad to leave our last home. We had lived there for 12 years (many more than any house I have ever lived in) and our children were born there. Now we live in a house that is very similar, but not as nice, in a new city. I know that in a few years this will be ‘home’ but I feel as if all the memories of my children’s young lives are ‘stuck’ and compartmentalised in that old house- perhaps because my memories are not triggered so much- and I don’t like that feeling.

  • Just this morning, I had what must be the 50th dream about my grandparents’ house. Grandmom lived there since 1939, and she died in 2013. Grandpa died in 2014. I spent a great deal of my life there, learning to sew and cook and make jam and can tomatoes. It was a refuge from my moody and alcoholic father. Now I understand why I dream about it so much. The best dreams are when Grandmom or Grandpop are there too.

  • My mom passed last February and I sold her house in August. She and my dad were the original owners, and this was the house I grew up, and even though I haven’t lived there in 37 years, it was still surprisingly wrenching to say good-bye. As my mother aged, she let some maintenance go, and I was happy to see it go to a young woman who was looking forward to loving it and bringing it back to life. Fast forward 4 months, and I get a Facebook friend request from her! It’s been a delight to see what she’s done with the place with a little paint and a whole lot of elbow grease – I’m thrilled to see the house in its new incarnation.

  • How true – a home holds the people that live in it like in a giant hand , safe and together . When my stepdad got very ill 2 years ago ( he died after 2 months in and out of hospital ) I came over and stayed in the house with my mum , whom I noticed had quite bad dementia and really needed to be cared for . I live in another country from her ( she still lives in Holland and I live in the Uk) so it was very important that I managed to get her cared for per immediately which I managed to do . I stayed in the house and brought over lots of clothing and things she needed in her new care home . The last night I spent ( alone ) in my mums house I knew I would never see it again as our family home and I felt I should say goodbye . So it sounds silly but I did say aloud ” goodbye , house , and thank you “. I have seen the house back again as it is now a centre for recovering addicts and I had to collect still done if my mum’s furniture that was stored in the barns there . It is full of life and people and I very glad I have seen that so I know that it is going on with being important to people . But in an ideal world I would love to be able to buy the house back just to havemy mums home back .

  • I’ll shortly be moving out of the home where I’ve lived for the past few years, which is also the house I grew up in. I’ve been feeling a palpable, anticipatory sort of grief…for the house, the memories… The acknowledgement that I am mortal, as are my parents… Your essay certainly hit home (sorry for that bad pun).

  • I lost not only my own home, but the home I grew up in, as well as every house I had ever lived in in my hometown in a forest fire that jumped the town boundary in May 2000. I remember saying to my daughters as we fled the town that our memories live on in our heads, not in the house. But that is only partly true–the absence of the structure sometimes makes it hard to recall how something in the old house was just so–and that makes the memory a little more difficult to pin down. Your writing said it all so well. Thanks for a great piece!

  • Quite appropriate, as in the past ten years, I’ve said goodbye to my own first home (when I moved back home to take care of Mother after Dad died), my grandmother’s grand old house (inherited with Mother’s estate, had to be sold), and will likely say farewell within the next couple of years to my childhood home, which I inherited and have lived in since 2006, but may need to sell to relocate for graduate school and the new life that follows.

  • The home place that my parents worked so hard on and has been in the family for over 75 years has been sold by my brother. I’ve had an awful time dealing with this, especially knowing that it will all be destroyed to make way for a hotel….so sad. And to make matters worse, it is nearby and I pass there at least once a week! With both of my parents deceased–I feel a huge loss. I’m going to do an album of photos to pass on to my children, as this is their heritage.

    • I too will say goodbye to my family home this week. Over 50 years of memories. It is very sad. a friend of mine said it simply. ..not all homes for sale are a happy time for someone. It only amplifies the loss of my parents. I find the real estate agents forget t this….especially the the buyers agent. Referring to homes as a total score for their buyer is obnoxious.Maybe that is how they see it…I see it as a painful loss.It is not a total score it is a home my parents and I cherished.

  • Thank you for the group sentiments in response to your lovely piece. I am mourning my house, too, lost in foreclosure in February. We didn’t buy a house we couldn’t afford, we had no debt other than the mortgage, but my husband’s overwhelming medical bills beyond what was covered (over 1.5 million) made it impossible to catch up. It’s a house I knew as a child and always wanted to live in. We fixed the old place up, loving every minute of the work inside and out. I don’t know if I am ever going to get over this and I know I’m not alone. We all have our sorrows, it was nice to read an expression of what I’m feeling.

  • That was wonderful and shows what a beautiful person you are. One thing I have always none is that a house no matter how beautiful is just four walls. It is our collections of memories. We had a cottage for a couple of years in Cape Cod. Just a small little place. When I was there, that was home, because my family was with me. I am ready now to move on and sell the home we brought our family up in, because this house is just 4 walls. I will bring my cherished possessions and memories and where ever we go that will be our home. Home is where your heart is.

  • This post truly just helped me. Parents had to sell the house after 32 years… I’m the youngest with siblings all 10years apart and I live the farthest away since college. As of right now I’m spending he last night to be in this house and I’m not quite sure how to feel or what to do in order to make me feel complete about saying my goodbyes. Our home has been the sanctuary, hotel, party house, and every kind of event imaginable. I know I can’t totally gather my emotions and I am very numb to the emotional part of leaving this all behind

  • Was looking for something to help our grown daughters this Christmas as it will be the last in the house where we have lived almost 35 years. It is the only house they have ever known. My husband and I are excited about the next chapter in our lives but realize how very hard this is on our girls as all there memories are in this house. Thanks for writing something that captures many of the feelings we are having.

  • My husband and I are in the process of deciding to sell a home we built ourselves in 1983. In our 60’s now, still working, volunteering in our communities, yet wanting to rid ourselves of debt and be more free to enjoy this latter stage of life. On sites tonight looking for posts to help with the decision to let go.Thank you for the part about how the house held thing together. All of our family gone. You’re absolutely right. That was the piece I needed to put together. God has always been faithful to sustain us in all our transitions. I need to remember that.

  • This is a beautiful article. I recently moved from a gorgeous summer home that had been in mu family for 35 years. I lived there year-round for 20 years. I knew it was time to move on. The resort town I was living in is now very economically depressed, many people have left the area, unemployment there is at a record high. Plus, I was truly stagnating in that area. But that home had so many memories, and had been a safe haven for me for so long. I have since moved into a lovely apartment, in an area where there are a lot more opportunities. But as I write this, I am experiencing such intense feelings of grief and loss. Thank you for helping me put this into perspective.

    • Today I sit on the other side of the globe watching my family home built by grandfather 90 years ago home being demolished after a devistating fire… Your words have give me great comfort…THANKYOU ?

  • The decision has been made to take down the home that I grew up in. It was such a hard decision. I needed to know that there are others that feel the loss of a “vessel” that held our memories. Even though we will build a new home on this small farm this morning as the final plans are put in order I feel such a sense of loss and yes a strong sense of grieving. Thank you for your essay. Thank you for your honesty.

  • My heart broke for a home too and still breaks daily; seven months on. It was taken away with no warning in a house fire and I was forced to extract the stuff I could salvage in 72hrs. People don’t seem to understand that places can mean so much to people and be so special. Thanks for sharing your story. I’m not the only one.

  • My heart is breaking tonight. I am placing my parent’s house for sale. My mother designed and my father built the house 59 years ago when I was born. It is on two acres of fruit orchard and we planted every tree. My parents took care of me there when I was young and when they were older, I took care of them there. My mom passed there two years ago and my dad passed in my arms in that house six months ago. I feel like I am losing another parent by losing this house. I don’t know how to gather the strength to do this. My heart is breaking tonight.

    • Dear Kathy,
      My Sister & I have sold our parents home.
      A whole lot of living happened in their home of 47 years.
      Mum&Dad both died ,15 years apart, in their home.
      Both my Sister & I lived in their home.
      Our hearts are breaking tonight, along with yours.

  • This is wonderful to read. Recently, my childhood home was taken from us due to financial problems. My mother’s health took a turn for the worse a couple of years ago which resulted in a lot of bills. This made us unable to even afford living in the house anymore so the inevitable happened. I know I am still in the grieving process because it seriously is like losing a family member. I cry because I miss it so very much. I just can’t fathom the thought of not having Christmas or Thanksgiving there. I lived in that house for almost all my life (lived in the house for a total of 20 years) and it breaks my heart to know I can’t just go into it anymore. I feel as though your statement about the vessel is a great way to think about it. I certainly will take this to heart and work on thinking this

  • I’m sat here now crying my eyes out. I live in England, and brought my first home bearly a week a go. I shouldnt be sad, should be happy as buying your first home is a celebration. Especially in my home town of Cheltenham, as it stupidly expensive to get on the property ladder here. I’ve lived in my rented home for 7 years. Its one of two places that felt like home away from living at home with my parents. Its amazing how much love u can feel for bricks and cement. I’ve had some fantastic memories here, heart felt. And I will miss 2 Oakland St very much. I didn’t realise just how much until now. I feel daft for crying like I am, worse things happen in life. I’m just glad that a lovely couple, first time buyers have brought my house. And I hope that they will love it, just, if not more, as I have

  • In my search to find the perfect gifts for my sisters, I came across this lovely story. Our parents built their home 20 years ago after retiring. It was the place where holiday meals were shared, birthdays celebrated, days gone by kept alive through fond remembrances and the place you found comfort and safety. It was home. My sisters and I have families of our own, but there is just something special about going to Mama’s and Daddy’s house. Daddy passed away 6 years ago and Mama almost 2 years now. For the past hear and a half, my sisters and I have made the 6 hour drive to the house, going through items, dividing up, cleaning out and embracing the process together.
    The house is now in escrow, and though we knew this time would come, it remains a shock. This weekend will be our last time at the house together, just us. The weeks that will follow will be a whirlwind of movers, husband and children. The gift I want to give my sisters has become clear. I will present their small wrapped gifts in three days. It will be a framed image of a key rubbing of my parents house key. The words on the back of the frame will read…We have lost the vessel, not the memories. They now reside at their new address…our hearts.

  • We’ve just moved into my parents place to care for them. 2 adults, 2 kitties and 2 torts currently in one room until my office becomes free. I feel heartbroken our previous life in our flat is gone. That was our protection from the world. Where we were us.

    I know we’ll have good times again, just seems so far off. The memories of our flat keep me going. Thank you for confirming I’m going crazy!

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  • I am feeling this very much too. I always wanted to be a police officer, like my father before me. All the while growing up, I was so certain that I would find work in my city, or at least my county. As life would have it, I am most likely finding work outside my hometown of 25 years, and will most likely be moving very soon. I did the thing I hated most. I became complacent, trusted my whole life to the city and home without a single image of potential foresight. My arrogance led me to take for granted all the little things we will all come to miss before we know it. NOTHING is “little”, not when an end approaches. I’ve been wandering my town taking in old sights, sounds, places I frequented…..and memories in my home from friends and family. To me, this is a sobering reality fast approaching.

  • Thank you so much for your story. I really needed it. The only thing I ever wanted growing up was a weekend home. I didn’t care what I lived in the rest of the time. I got a degree in architecture, got married, had kids and designed and and watched our weekend home being built. I saved pictures and sketched ideas for years which were incorporated into my design. Eight years and an economic downturn later, we had to sell our 1st home and the weekend home. We close Tuesday and I cry as I write this because it’s like losing a loved one.
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  • As I sit here, crying over getting ready to sign the papers today of our beautiful home of 25 years, that we bore and raised 4 children in I am grieving, like it is now upon me to let it go..and I can’t stop crying about it..yes, we are empty nesters, yes, we are only moving 8 miles away to our dream property to build our dream retirement home..but, it does not make me feel better…I love this house and the memories it holds…oh lord help me to let it go…thank you so much for the post…

  • Thank you for sharing. Why was it the reference to Johnny Mathis Christmas Sleigh Bells song that made me well up with tears? I know. It harkens back to my home of origin and that very music. Now, it’s saying goodbye to my small home in Central Coast California of 25 years where I raised my two sons following a divorce 20 years ago. There is nothing quite as tangible as losing one’s home–it elicits all the senses. I think my approach will be: go to each room and spend 5 minutes in each one–the boys/now men and I–where questions are raised: What comes to mind about being in this room? What makes it special? What kind of feeling(s) do you have? Observe the 5 minute marker, move the next room, and repeat, until you have gone through all the rooms. Each room is unique and has its own story. I think it allows for closure, and a shared experience very rich in meaning. It is a life event that too many of us gloss over.

  • I found these posts while searching for ways to deal with my grief for a holiday home of 24 years that my father has just sold without my blessing. I’m heartbroken and don’t know how I am going to move forward. My mother died 15 months ago and left the holiday house to my father (it was originally her mother’s, my nan’s). We wanted to buy it off him but he wouldn’t let us. The house was everything to me and my family; a refuge and full of memories. I am truly struggling with it; my mother didn’t want him to ever sell it and he promised her before she died that he wouldn’t sell it but now he has. Reading these posts has been of some help, but I am struggling. Hopefully time will heal, but the grief is overwhelming at the moment.

  • I have just got done with yet another crying session on the deck of my new home over the loss of my old one. We close on our house of almost 25 years next week. A place where I have spent half my life. I kept wondering what is wrong with me, it’s just a house. I was so excited about our new home, finding a perfect place to retreat at the end of the day. Peace and quite country life. Only to realize I miss the dogs that walk by with their human owners. I miss the sounds of traffic and the street lights glaring into my windows. I miss the neighbors who have become treasured friends. We got married in this home, we had lost family members (including the furry ones) and we have laughed and cried and shared so much of ourselves into every inch, nook, and cranny. I thought it would be easy to walk away into my new dream home (that has turned into a money pit, however, arent’ they all) that somehow I thought would cradle me and comfort me like the one I’m leaving behind (in thinking back it took time to feel that way about the old house too … there is that dreaded time thing again). Maybe I’m not giving it a chance and maybe when the time comes to leave this place I’ll feel the same loss I’m feeling now for the old place. It is like losing a family member as someone mentioned in these very helpful posts and I never expected the grief I’m feeling in a million years. A huge learning curve for me that is for sure as my career as a real estate sales agent (32 years in the business) and you’d think I would have some knowledge of this. It will make me a better person I know, however, I can’t help but feel the pit in my stomach. We close on our old home this coming week. I have tried in so many ways to create anything, any way of going back… yet in my heart, I know there is no going back. Maybe, just maybe the house I’m in now needs me and we were guided to it. We’ll bring it back to life and I think that’s how I have to look at it to make my stay here, no matter how short or long, it will be a worthwhile adventure. Time does have a funny way of healing our wounds and crying is okay. It’s okay to be sad and scared and lonely and wonder if you did the right thing or not. I’m a huge proponent of things happen for a reason, there are no coincidences in life. So, roll up my sleeves and dig in… I only hope I can get through this last weekend as I’m finalizing the finishing touches on my old home. I feel I owe it to the home to leave it better than I found it. I want the new owners to feel the love and the spirit that we did. I know that a part of us will always be in that house and will be even long after we are gone from this world. Thank you House! I will treasure all the memories and I’ll blow you a kiss when I drive by and I’ll always love you~ XO

    • Omg. ..Wendy, everything you said is exactly what I have been going through. I am in so much pain over selling our townhome. We bought a fixer upper older home…something we thought we always wanted. It is in a new city 2 hours from where our old home was. I cry every day. I don’t think I will ever get over this. Thank you for sharing your story.

  • I’m about to move with my Mum out of the family home (of 25+ years) tommorow and I am dreading it. Like you, my Dad also died of Cancer in 2009, and since then the house has become a shrine…..an extension of himself as every part of the house was painted and designed by him. I honestly feel scared to close my eyes because this is the last night in my home….the last I will ever see it and step foot in it….it almost seems wrong to sleep and dream away what little time I have left. I keep reminding myself that the move is a good thing….we will be free of the grief finally, forced to live in the present….but I know my Mum regreats the decision she has made…..how sickening it must feel to regreat a decision you cant take back…..anyway….thankyou for sharing your experience. I thought I was being realky ridiculous…..xx

    • My father recently passed away at 83 years of age due to natural causes. He and my mother lived in our family home over 50 years. They both came from poor backgrounds/depressionEra so this home meant so much to them in the way of security and stability. It wasn’t a large fancy home but it was well built and they cared for it diligently. It was such a place of comfort and peace for my brother and I growing up. We would also go there for the same in our adult years after marrying and buying homes of our own. They always had good food and comfortable bedding to refresh us. They enjoyed our visits and indulged us a bit with quiet rest/food each time we visited. My mother loved to decorate and rearrange the furniture in the home and made many crafts to fill it with love. My father proudly maintained the structure and had a real sense of pride in home ownership.
      My mother had Parkinson’s disease and my father cared for her for many years by himself in this house until she died. As she went down, so did the house and so did my dad. The house became a stressful, sad place where we watched my dad nearly lose his mind trying to care for such a sick patient all alone. He wouldn’t accept outside help and was simply overwhelmed with the task. He was valiant and faithful to her but greatly out weighed by her disease.
      During the last months of her life the house was infested with bed bugs. We had a few home health providers that visited many other homes that must have brought them in. This was devastating. Not only was it terribly upsetting to know my sweet hard working, super tidy parents were living in a bug infested house (despite numerous treatments by pest companies) but it was also a devastating death blow to the security this home once provided. After Moms death my brother and I couldn’t visit the home, couldn’t nap in the expensive luxury bedding my mother so carefully purchased, couldn’t sit on the comfortable couches and watch the evening news with Dad like we did for decades. It was a complete and sudden severing of a connection I’d known my entire life. My father died peacefully in this house 7 months after my Mom died. My Family cleaned the entire contents of the house out in the immediate 4 days following my fathers death. It was so painful to see a lifetime disassembled in less than a week. It was so saddening to feel afraid of bug contamination everytime I left the house that week having to strip my clothing to be washed before entering my friends home.
      It was a wonderful, loving and safe family home for 50 plus years and all of it was gone in just a few days time. Sure we all got momentous from the house but the comfort it provided died along with my parents. How I would have loved to have kept the house as it was for a year or so after their deaths to gradually let go but due to the infestation it had to be done abruptly and thoroughly.
      Who knew the house was be missed as much as my parents. It had been there so long it’s as if the three (mom, dad & house) where one entity. How saddened I am to know that the place of refuge I called home will never be again. How sad to lose both parents and such a sentimental home place in under 8 months. I grieve the lose of them all yet know that what they were prepared me for this day. It’s ashes to ashes and dust to dust…my life now seems more precious as a result. Thank you Mom and Dad and thank you #4 Robin Lane. You will all be dearly missed and remembered fondly.

  • Thought it was just me…..about to leave the house we’ve lived in for 25 years and today I find myself – a 50 year old man who has cried maybe twice, three times in the last two decades – sobbing my heart out as the reality of the move has seemingly sunk in.

    It’s a beautiful sunny day, the place looks and feels as good as it always has and im sitting here trying to remind myself why on earth I thought moving house was a good idea.

    I love it here. I love this house and the life that’s been lead here, the love the hopes, laughter, tears, triumphs and disappointments. All of it…and ive spent the last 6 months lying to myself and others when saying that it was time to move on.

    I don’t want to move on. I want to stay here. I’ve finally realised it – but now its too late.

    Be careful what you wish for.

    • This is where I am today. I wanted to move closer to my kids and grandkids, 3 hrs away. Always thought about making a move “someday”. I looked at a house near my kids and without counting the cost, put an offer on it and put my house up for sale. I got an offer on it the first week it was listed which shocked me. I had no idea it would sale so quickly! The closing on my house where I have lived for 30 yrs is in 2 weeks and I am physically sick about it. Like you, I love my house and my life here. My husband and I completely gutted it and remodeled it over the yrs. Now I have to find work in an area I know very little about. I just want to stay here and live out the rest of my days here. But it is too late for that. I don’t know if I’m going to make it!

      • You’ll make it and thrive! Change is hard, butI’m sure so many new rewards & adventures await you :)


    • So true, I’m going through the same depression right now. I thought selling my home that’s been in my family for more then 40 years wouldn’t be this tough but it’s been hell. I’ve never had depression in my life until now. I hope this feeling will pass with time.

  • I came across this as I was looking at the home I grew up in. From the time I was four until eighteen, I lived in the same house. I grew up there, lived there, died one hundred times there, learned about life there. I went to college and by the time I was supposed to come home for Christmas break, my mom had sold the home I grew up in. Didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to it, didn’t get a chance to process it. I just plain, flat out drank my way through it. I grew up in the time of secrets; whatever was unpleasant was swept under the carpet and/or buried. I am now almost 60 years old and am still reeling from the things taken from me. Was it just a house? Nope. It was my life. Parents, please explain to your college-age children, if you plan on selling the house they grew up in, the whys and what-fors. With all the changes they are going through, they still need someplace to call HOME. No home after the one I speak of was MY home, they were my parents’ homes. I never had a home again until I bought my own. I never realized the impact this had on me until I started searching for info on that particular property. Wow. Blessings to all.

  • Thank you all for sharing the emotions you have experienced in saying good bye to a family home. It is comforting to know that the feelings of loss are acknowledged by others. I have been crying. It is sold and I as the guardian of it these last 7 months since my dad died, will be moving out in the next two weeks. The cats will have to go with me, the new owner lady is allergic. I have appreciated theses Halcyon days and being able to soak in the ambiance even if most of the rooms are empty. 49 years ago my parents bought this house and brought 8 children to live here. I feel it has become part of the family. I have an understanding and a sensitivity now to just how emotionally wrenching it can be letting it go to strangers. But at least I had a choice in who would take it over. It makes me proud when people tell me the house has good vibes. I know the light and the mature trees around it are powerful and I hope that the children who move in will feel comfort, joy, and love as I did. I had to ask my co worker in hospice to give me a special prayer that I could say several times a day to help me when I was so anxious and sad. And this is what she sent me: “God, thank you for being a faithful provider. Guide this process a I release my father’s home. Give me peace that you are watching over me and give me wisdom. Open and close doors according to your plans as I trust in You.”
    I needed to say this several times a day thinking I chose wrong for the house. So this helped and I continue to use it. Oh house what an Ode I can give of thee.

  • My father died this year and we sold the home that he and my mother purchased when I was a baby, fifty years ago. When we sold it, we knew that the buyers would probably tear it down and rebuild. That’s what happens in their now-highly-desirable neighborhood. But knowing what would likely happen and actually seeing it happen are two different things. When I took a detour to drive by the house two weeks ago, I was stunned to see a dirt lot with a chain link fence around it. Every bit of the house, along with its landscape and hardscape, was gone. It was just a dirt lot. Since that moment, the waves of grief that I’ve been experiencing for the loss of this house have exceeded what I experienced when my dad died. I’m having flashbacks to moments in time and nostalgia jags. I wrote a letter to the house last night, and that seemed to help a little. Today, Googling “loss of house” and finding this column, helped a little, too. I’m realizing that attachment to a place can be as or even more intense as attachment to a person. I love the way the author named the pain :”It’s the loss of the vessel that held our memories.” I’m thinking of all the other vessels…the photo albums, the people who shared times there, and my own mind. Even without the house, the memories are safe (for now).

  • I worked hard at a low paying job all my life and never had much, I was the old maid of the family. My both parents and I lived together and between all of us we scraped up enough money to buy us a little house n 1999. We were all very happy, comfortable and content. I worked very hard over time to earn extra income to renovate the place and had it made into my dream home. My mother died suddenly in 2007 which just left Dad and myself and we decided we would carry on just the two of us. Unfortunately my father started drinking heavily at the age of 80 and I had no control over what he did because my brother was taking him the alcohol when I was not home. It got bad enough that he almost burned the house down numerous times when I was at work and also he was stumbling around the streets in a drunken haze. I begged my brother to stop bringing the booze but he would not, he thought what he was doing was funny. I threatened to kick dad out if he didn’t stop drinking but unfortunately that backfired and the problem got worse. I knew I couldn’t make a go of it financially by myself and I was very close to having a nervous breakdown so I decided the only thing I could do was to sell the house…just to get away from the problem. The house sold and my brother ended up taking Dad (he drank himself to death within a year). My house sold to a co worker which I thought at the time was great, knowing that I was leaving it to people who would take good care or it. It turned out to be terrible mistake as they let it go down hill. I cant even go down the street even now. I had to walk away from a fantastic home, awesome neighbors, and all the happiness that owning my own place brought me…all because of a drunk. That was in 2010 and I still cry almost every day for my home. I try not to think about it but when I shut my eyes at night there I am in that house, with mom and dad in our happier times. Most times I dream that they want to sell the place from under me…which of course would never have happened. And I wake up crying my eyes out. Even today I am not one bit more over the loss than I was the day I left. I have moved on in my life, gotten married, started a new job ,have a new house but can not get over this. The emotional attachment is just not there to my new home. I have no family now, lost all my close friends when I moved so I am alone. All I do is cry and pray….can anyone offer me any advice? I know it was just a building but it was my world and nothing will ever take its place.

    • Sharon

      I am so sorry for your loss. There is much here to struggle with and I can understand why it would be difficult to move forward.

      Is your new spouse able to talk with you about these painful times and memories? I know it sounded like finances were tough before, but does your new job offer insurance? If so, I would highly recommend asking the insurance rep if there is an in-network counselor or therapist in your area you could see. Working through issues like this takes a long time and usually a lot of help. You shouldn’t be expected (neither should you expect yourself to be able) to work through all of this on your own. Someone with professional skills in dealing with family trauma and loss should help guide you through the best steps for you to process all you’ve been through.

      I’m so sorry again for all you’ve gone through in recent years,

  • Five weeks ago my 83 year old mother, husband, one and a half year old son and I were forced out of my childhood home due to foreclosure. My mother was a victim of a predatory loan. My father built our home 43 years ago and died in it 38 years ago. My brother and I were raised in the home and since I remained there after getting married am particularly affected by what has happened. For six years we fought to stay in our home and were so hopeful all our efforts to do so were going to allow us to do just that. My mother, brother and I are devastated over the loss of our home that was built by my father who cared so much for his family. I am greatful my son is not old enough to really grasp what has happened. I have been struggling every day since the move. We have been fortunate to be taken in by family until we get back on our feet again but there truly is no place like home and we are grieving. People say it’s just a house but it’s so much more than that. It was a safe haven built lovingly by my father for his family. I am hopeful that in time things will get better for us but I know my thoughts will forever be with the house I grew up in that my wonderful father built with us in mind. Thank you so much, Daddy. I love you.

    • Ang, praying things are better for you all now…

      Like yours, my dad built our sturdy red Brick Home in ‘1956 … I was the 1st of 8 kids to have been ‘born there’ … looked after Mum her last 3 years of life, living Home with her… day of Mum’s funeral last year, executer Brother L. informed me in front of family, I had 4 days
      to clear all my belongings out — !!!
      Though nephew was Only Blood relative to WANT house, it was sold to Strangers for a few dollars more Profit 6 months ago … Indeed, a house is NOT just a building, bricks & mortar… I dream frequently of being Home… I’ll pray for you all !! kate

      • Kate
        I’m so sorry to hear of your loss … We stupidly sold our beloved home (of 36yrs) 2yrs ago and I’m grieving every day, not only for our lovely home but for our life their. I’ve come very near to having a nervous breakdown and have developed clinical depression. We decided to move when we inherited some money which enabled us to move to a better area BUT that doesn’t matter now, all I want is to roll back time and be back ‘home’. I can’t forgive myself for not doing some research on the possible negative emotional and mental health implications of such a move. I honestly feel right now as if I’ll never recover from the sheer grief I’m feeling. I’ve felt suicidal over the loss, something I’d never envisaged (I can’t begin to believe this is how life has turned out for us! ) I sincerely hope you all feel you are able to at least ‘cope’ with your losses. Love to you all Diana xxx

  • I found this blog today in my search for how to deal with a conflict in our family. We moved into our childhood home in 1971. It was built for us. All us kids had lived in different places, but the house in SoCal was a custom build at the end of a new development so we pretty much grew up there.

    Dad passed from cancer in 2010 and mom passed from cancer six months later. It was so hard to lose them both so fast. We did okay with dividing up the treasures and deciding what to donate. We began renting the house a couple of months after the final clean out and we set up a partnership to manage it for a few years. I never thought we would keep the house forever. It’s almost 50 years old and is small and while prices for other homes in the area are very high, we’ve never really done upgrades. Dad kept it in great shape.

    We now have conflict. My sister and I are ready to sell. My brother is not. He ties the house to mom and dad in such an emotional way that the thought of selling it to someone else is too much for him. Other people have lived there for years, but really letting go and selling it is another issue entirely.

    I understand his grief and losing the house will pain me, just not as much as him. I have other things of theirs I cherish. I have tons of pictures. I wear a locket which contains their images. But for my brother, losing the house is like losing them again.

    I don’t know how to help him. I love him and don’t want to traumatize him. He wanted to buy it just to keep but could not afford it and so now we will sell. I just fear the damage to the relationship if I cannot come up with the right words to say that I hear him and I acknowledge his grief, but it is time to move from the building and focus on the blessings…

  • I am a Realtor and I have always thought (not shared with many to not seem crazy) that homes have life to them. I can enter a home to show and tell it’s story. It’s quite easy actually. There is a feeling and the furnishings and pictures and upgrades or lack there of give off a story. Lives were lived there and they really speak to me. There are so many stories and memories this shelter holds of just a few or of many. I feel there is almost a soul about them and this feed has made me feel like I’m a little less crazy in these feelings.
    Today I had a seller hand me the keys to his family home of over 70 years. They all had been quite happy that we secured a buyer that actually wanted the house as is and didn’t plan on developing. As I was pulling my car out, he hurried towards my car and I on rolled the window. With tears streaming down his face, he said, “this is like losing a lover” He rambled on about other things. He didn’t want or need conversation from me, just needed to vent that this was so hard for him and a “passage of life”. He then, just walked away. I was left extremely moved and emotional. I searched Google tonight looking for some encouragement for him to send in a card. So glad I came across this forum. I know your words will help him. Thank you everyone and Edward thanks you too.

  • I felt a little crazy when I searched grieving loss of a house. Then I came to this forum and didn’t feel quite as crazy. I feel so sad to move from our beautiful home. All our kids are grown and we didn’t need as much space, plus the expensive, moved to a different area of town, and it’s breaking my heart! I feel so sad and cry when I hear or say Santa Clara Dr.

  • Hi all –

    I come from a toxic family situation, and due to a volcanic and abusive scene at Christmas, I have left my home of almost 17 years. I have secured a small apartment to inhabit before I change jobs in the fall, and I’m struggling more than I ever could have imagined. My family has been abusive and manipulative for years, but when certain members weren’t around, my house meant everything to me. It still is. I’ve only been out of it for a couple of weeks, and I wish I could return.

    The sad thing is, I very well could return. I wasn’t thrown out. But, a foul bout of unfair insults and untruths designed to shame me were spat for the thousandth time this Christmas…and for the first time in my very passive life, I stood up for myself and packed a bag right then and there. Going back to live would make my family feel proud, like they’ve managed to ‘scoop me back up’ again. Like they can treat me however, take advantage of me, and insult me…and I’ll come running back. I’m not willing to give them this satisfaction. Plus, this new job will require me to relocate, and it’s high time I lived on my own (beyond a college dorm).

    I cry often. I’d give anything to be in my room, to sit at my piano, and to smell the cherry wood. I miss the sense of sacredness in there. Even when my family’s abusive behaviors were at their worst, they never desecrated the sacredness of that house.

    I looked for an article like this by chance, and I’m really grateful I found this. I’m trying to embrace this new set of chapters and new year with hope, but the vulnerability is raw and real. I’m trying to treat my new apartment like a training camp for my new life/new job in September. I’ll be referring to this often. Thank you, Kelli! Sending warm wishes to all going through a home transition…it’s so awful!

    • I-

      I’m so sorry to hear what you’re dealing with. But standing up for yourself and being brave is a wonderful step- we’re all sending you lots of support from our team.


  • I’m going through the same thing now. My parents divorced two years ago and the house my brother and I grew up with is a few months away from being sold. I’m helping get rid of things and it seems impossible–everything little object is charged with meaning. Little things too, like an ugly dish towel… haha. I had no idea that this would hit me so hard. Maybe the house is the last symbol of my parent’s marriage. You think it’d be around forever. And when you have a family of your own, your parents would still be there and you can reminiscence with your own kids. A lot of sadness and anger but I suppose that’s just part of the process?

  • Wow, so glad came upon this read. I still live near my childhood home where I lived for 22 years and then visited parents for the next 22 until my mother moved to another state with my brother in 2002. I’ve lived in several places with my husband of 36 years but have always had fond memories of my childhood home. I still go to church in that same city so I drive past this house and my old schools all the time. Recently I drove down the streets where I always rode my bike and eventually past the house and was suddenly crying like a baby, filled with memories of so many things. Talk about your life flashing before your eyes. All my former neighbors, fun family times and holidays, even memories that my own children remember of being at Grandma and Grandpas home flashed through my mind. I never had this happen before. I actually went on line to a realtor and discovered it sold again on 2014 and they had pics of it still on the site. I couldn’t believe how many rooms looked the same. The only real change was a few kitchen updates and different window treatments. I had a good cry for a couple hours and sure hope it doesn’t happen again. Boy those were the good days. Faith, family and good neighborhood friends.

  • Thankful to find this tonight. I sold the home I grew up in a little over a year ago. The buyer wanted to pay cash so they needed time and I got to stay in the house while they made a “mortgage” payment to me each month. I lived in the house after my parents died but it being a large property, having a pool, barn etc became too much upkeep for me. My precious home that was built in 1939 kept me on my toes. So today I drove away to my new home two miles away. I love my new home but I will forever miss my childhood sanctuary from the outside world. I feel guilt, relief, sadness and hope. I understand and relate to all of you who have commented. Thank you for easing my pain tonight. I wish you all peace and love.

  • Thank you for this article. I take comfort in knowing others understand how this feels. My grandmother passed. The land her home was on was in our family for 200 years. My soul and those of my dearly departed are tied to it. I can’ t afford to take it and surprisingly no one else in the family has either. It’s been on the market 1 week and there is already a buyer. It’s all happening too fast.
    This is where my father was born and where he died after moving in to care for her. Its where she died as well. This house, just like the article states never let us down. It was our safe place and like my grandma was the ultimate nuturer. There is a creek that runs through the property. Generations of family swam there, watered horses there, fished and enjoyed it. Family picnics and campfires too. That creek runs through my veins.
    I wish I had done things differently the last few years so I could buy it. My father had wanted me to take it. I told him that without him and my grandmother that it wouldn’t be home. Up until this point I convinced myself of that. Boy was I mistaken.
    Today I went to see the home and say my last goodbyes. I said goodbye to my favorite dog who was buried there. I said goodbye to the creek. I said goodbye to the giant maples and hickory trees and I said goodbye to the spirit of the house. I was on my knees crying. I am 34 and this has been a constant all my life. I feel like a loser for not being able to afford it. I feel I’ve let down my ancestors. I feel like I’ve lost my footing. I am so lost. I don’t even like country music but there is a song about “the house that built me” and I totally relate. I am absolutely heartbroken. Leaving today for the very last time did indeed sever my heartstrings.

    • Rebecca- I am going through a similar situation… and the heartbreak is almost unbearable. My parents are selling (contract is signed) their house and 30 acres, land that has been in our family since my Great Grandfather. My husband is military (20 years) so we haven’t lived near them in years, and we have little choice in being able to live there (apart from leaving the military). I’m having a hard time letting it go and also respecting my parents’ decision. I know it’s not what I want but it’s what they need to do.

      Thank you all for your comforting words. It’s such a relief to know that I’m not the only one who is mourning the loss of a house.

  • I am grateful for finding this article and learning that I am not the only one who is grieving. I hope that all here who have shared their feelings will find some comfort as time passes. My heart aches for each one of you. I understand.

    My husband (who actually does not live here) and I are preparing our house for sale and I am devastated. We watched this house being built 43 years ago. We raised three children in our home and lived life here with all its ups and downs, successes and failures, his leaving and my staying. We lost both our mothers during our time here as well as numerous other relatives. And the dogs, the cats, the hamsters, some of whom are buried in our yard, their little memorial statues in place! Our grandkids come here, swim in the pool, bake cookies with me, play games.

    Now that the sale is going to happen, the pain is incredible. The things I always wanted done (updating, repairs) are being done. I live downstairs and I swear I will not set foot upstairs again. I cannot look at the changes and know that I will never enjoy them.

    I will not be living in my car, but I will not be able to live in my house, nor any house! I will have to live in an apartment and that is not my style. (There were a few unmarried years when I was either in school (3) and a few married years (6) in an apartment, but my parents’ home was still there!) I just don’t know how this will get better and how I can be more positive. My dog loses her fenced-in yard and I lose the garden. We lose our privacy and the peace and quiet. Here, my neighbors are the same ones who moved in when we moved in (our children grew up together!) and I will have to leave them behind. I cannot imagine coming back to see them, and see my home next to theirs. My drive to work will be longer. The only gain, as far as I can see, is that I won’t have to do pool chores, get someone to do a spring and fall clean-up and snow plowing. And guess what? That isn’t enough to override the losses!

    “Talking” to all of you has calmed me, for now. Thank you.

    • I am going thru the same thing~ our house of 19 years closes on June 30, this Friday! The grief I have is unexplainable! My husband thinks I’m nuts! This is the house we brought our kids toand raised them, the youngest is 18! We moved in with my daughter and son in law lasst night and I can’t stop crying. I feel like the worst mother ever removing them from their home, even though they are college aged. Just want to feel normal again! Hope you are feeling better!

  • Kristin, how are you doing after closing your house of 19 years. I send you my best wishes for dealing with this and appreciate any approaches that might have helped during that difficult time.

    I think that there are those who see their home as just a house. Others see the house as a home that holds so many memories. They are certainly different points of views!

    It seems that, if all goes well, I will be moving to a small house about 20 minutes north of where I now live. For me, that is far better than living in an apartment. I hope that as I get closer to the move, I will find some joy in the process of making the place my own. Right now, I’m still quite sad. I cry, though not as often.

    I found a graphic that explains the stages of grief in more detail than what I learned so many years ago. It includes the upswing as one deals with the loss. It helped me see where I am (depression) and to know that it is actually on the upswing (recovery?) side of the graph! That helps me. Perhaps the information will help others: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/59/93/4b/59934b9076ab92e4b5f7cde18a2f60a3–creative-writing-writing-tips.jpg

    Wishing you the best…

    • For Our Readers from Design*Sponge:

      Just a note that we have verified this link! It is a black & white graphic that shows the various stages of grief.

      If you are interested or think it may be helpful to you it is safe to click the link to view the graphic. Thanks to Karin for posting it.


  • Thank you all for sharing. Tearfully reading your messages knowing my mourning process is in its infancy. I didn’t want to say goodbye to my lifetime home but circumstances changed. My memories, all my firsts, holidays, happy times and painful times. Sixty years later I wonder if I’ll ever feel the same where I live. Time will heal and my memories will be with me forever. I just ache so much for what was.

  • I am tearful and going through this right now. My grandmas home. The home I grew up in with my mom, dad and grandma. She is 72 and it breaks my heart to see them make this huge change. It was involuntary as my grandma rented for 25 years & the owner wanted to sell.

  • I am sitting in front of my computer, in a little nook I call my study. The house is turn of last century Australian Californian Bungalow. It has sculptured ceilings and picture rails. Light streams in from the back door which is glass. It is a light, cheerful looking place with 10ft ceilings. Cream, chocolate and white. There are splashes of red or green or blue in places. As an artist I love colour.
    We (my husband and I) bought this place 28 years ago for a song. It was filthy. Cockroaches had died in the oven. A used tampon was one feature of the back yard.
    We cleaned it up, restored it. I painted the sitting room and around the fireplace while I was pregnant.
    When I had the baby my husband left within a couple of months. There is a long scratch on the Kauri pine floor where he angrily dragged his furniture over the floor as he was leaving.
    I cared for the most beautiful baby boy until he became a beautiful young man, and he met the love of his life and left home, last year.
    I’m sad today but this house is evidence of one thing. I am a tiger. I raised that beautiful kid against the odds. When his father left I couldn’t afford to keep the house, but I lied to the bank and struggled to make those repayments each month. Then I went back to school. I got a brilliant well paid job and poured it into this place, renovating it to a kind of classic/modern fusion, which Real Estate agents are now calling”beautiful” “unique” and “timeless”. Possibly too nice for this area.
    This house has been my anchor. It is my dream home. I have to leave because I can’t meet the repayments any more. It’s too big and the area has changed. Goodbye beautiful house….I love you.

  • I came here just like all of you – searching the internet to find a way to explain my grief. Today my house of 29 years (exactly half my life) closes to new owners. My kids are grown, in their 30’s, haven’t lived with me for years, but we all came to the house yesterday with friends to say our goodbyes. My older son is so very sad. (Which makes me even more sad… It has still been my kids’ family home.).
    They grew up there but understand why i sold (220 yr old house, 2 acres, I live alone, the amount of work is often overwhelming). I have poured heart and soul into maintaining and improving the house. I like what Teri said. I too have been a tiger – maintaining this place on my own for 20 years now. And it shows. My cute little antique cape sold in 3 days, even with the odd lines, and old foundation. Last year, after coming out of a relationship[ and feeling so sad, I decided “I should move” and ended up buying a small ranch two months ago that once I do a few things, it will be easier to maintain, and won’t have all the “old house issues” (wet basement, leaks, drafts, uneven floors, constant work) that frequently occur. Needless to say, I have been crying quite frequently for 2 months, as I wait for this day – the day the house goes to a new family. And today it’s here. And to top it off, I drive right by my old house on the way to work. I moved 9 miles away, so I will still see the house constantly. People say “it’s a new start”, but I am not excited at all. Just so sad. I guess it’s common, but I just don’t know what to do. I simply cannot believe I will not walk through that door again. Please tell me over time it get’s easier.

  • I consider myself blessed to have experienced going back and living in the house I grew up in (though it was only for 6 months.) About 15 years ago my mother sold the ranch I had grown up on my entire childhood. The new owners built a gorgeous mansion home on top of the hill, but still kept the old house I grew up in around as a granny house. As the years passed I often fantasized of winning the lottery and buying it back.

    A few years ago I moved back to that area and was renting a house when the landlords pulled the rug out from under me and told me they wanted their house back. I started looking for a place to rent in the area so I could keep my kids in the same schools, but found the rental housing market had dried up in that area. After weeks of searching I got desperate and reached out to the current owners of my parents’ old house to see if I could rent it. They were selling the place (for more money than I could ever afford) but it wasn’t selling as fast as they had hoped so eventually we made an agreement for a 6 month lease the little old house I grew up in.

    Those 6 months were a blessing from God. I was so distraught from getting kicked out of my last home, so it was very comforting to be living in the house I grew up in. I could deal with my grief and depression without the additional stress of an unfamiliar house. I also was blessed to share the home I grew up in with my children. I got to experience one more Thanksgiving and Christmas in that house. It was a tremendous blessing and I tried to soak it all in, but 6 months still flew by. But by then we were able to buy our own home a few cities away, and the owners finally sold the property, so we moved on.

    After we finished moving out, I went back to the old house one last time and made a video on my phone as I walked through all the rooms of that house. I reminisced about each room that had framed my childhood and comforted me again in adulthood. As I finished the video, tears filled my eyes as I said one last goodbye to the house that will always be the definition of “home” to me.

  • I’m finding it really hard to cope right now with the loss of our home … tell me please that I’m not alone in feeling that my life had ‘ended’ … I’m so distraught. I’d be so grateful to hear that these feelings will pass???

    Please post any positive outcomes or how you’ve managed to support yourself through this awful grieving process. Diana X

  • I love the ideas of making a video when you say goodbye to a home, and that of writing it a letter. Thanks you for those and for all who shared their memories and feelings. I’m the oldest of 4 and the house we listed today is the one my father built 59 years ago, where he died in 2009, and my mother died in September (3 months ago). It was remodeled countless times, and it’s hard to imagine it not in the family. Thanks for the story and all your shares. I printed the grief stages image too, and I expect that will help. One thing I read this last summer as my mother’s dementia diagnosis was confirmed was of the “anticipatory grief” that family members can sometimes have. I think that’s what i’m feeling for my parents’ house and yard today – anticipatory grief for the wonderful home my father built and that he and my mother tended so faithfully through the years, and all they memories it and they gave us kids and that we passed along to their grand-kids. One brother and my sister still live in the area, but I think all of us will have a tough time saying goodbye to Creek Road. Thank you again to everyone for helping me start the process today.

  • I lived in my house for about 3-4 Years but the amount of memories and significant things that happened to me in that Home and the place all around it is huge. Every time I think of my old house and my room and just everything about it I feel like I am being stabbed in the heart and the pain is just too much but I don’t know how to just accept that it is not my home anymore and I can’t change it. It’s so painful I can’t find anything to give me motivation anymore.

  • Julie

    50 years and I do feel sad, but circumstance force me to move on and build a new beginning.
    In many was I have already ‘lost’ my home and everything I hold dear over a toxic sibling relationship.
    I hope my memories come with me but I feel the loss, the old apple tree we planted when my family moved in, the garden which was lovingly carved out and tended, the mark my parents left in every room as they worked hard to create a home.
    My goal is to start afresh to hold on to what was good and let go of what was bad. To create new memories, a new garden and a new happier life.

    I don’t know if I will ever get over this loss or if I will ever really feel that I ‘m home again, but I embrace the challenge. x

  • My heart is absolutely wrenched as I write this. My Dad told my sister and I yesterday that he was selling our childhood home, which has been in the family for 42 years. He already had the house up on the market, so he told us at the latest possible moment that he could get away with. Our mother passed away in 2006, and my Dad had been renting the home out for the last several years, while he lives with his wife about an hour away, and my sister and I also live about an hour away.

    The house holds so many memories. Our mother passed away in the living room. The two of us begged our Dad to reconsider. I offered to deal with the rental agency, live in, pay rent and maintain the home, but my Dad would not go for it. He claims that he needs to sell the house to pay off medical expenses. He had promised me that he would leave the house as an inheritence to my sister and I. He said that that would never change. Now he has a new wife to keep happy, and his children are no more than a pain to keep up relationships with. My mother would be furious with him, were she alive today.

    Looking at pics of the house on Zillow brings me to tears. So much devotion put into a home, so many good memories. I have so many dreams running through the home as a child, a teen, or even an adult looking for my mother. Many times, I’ll dream of my mother making breakfast for my sister and I when we were in grade school. I can see and smell the oatmeal on the kitchen table and see the honey bear container next to it. I’ll always have these memories, and the house will live on in my heart.

    Thank you all for sharing your stories, it helps me to know that others have gone through this.