We’re approaching the end of an era at 12 Webster Road and my heart aches. Just typing these words makes me teary, even though I know the most important things in life aren’t, in fact, things or spaces. Nonetheless, I (ever emotional, reminiscent, and sensitive) am sad.
But, in a renewed effort to make lemonade from lemons, I am reminded that we’ll also see the end of:
- Daddy waiting up until 4 a.m. for the plow guy to clear the driveway after a heavy snowstorm
- A neighbor who doesn’t respect boundaries (or forsythia bushes)
- Watching the house next door dilapidate
- Worry about every creak and leak, the water spots, the water heater, and the banging in the wall we sometimes hear when the toilet flushes
As Maria says as she sets off from the abbey, bound for the Von Trapp home, “When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.” Although this window, of course, belongs to Daddy, I think it offers all of us a nice view into a new phase of his life – and our life as a family.
Inspired by Ima on (and off) the Bima , this #BlogElul post is one in a series marking the days of the Hebrew month of Elul, which precede the Jewish High Holidays and traditionally serve as a time of reflection and spiritual preparation for the new year.
