Dad’s House

When we were clearing out the house to get it ready to sell, my brother and I tried to record the sound of the kitchen door. That door had a very unique sound and I can still hear the sound of it when it closed shut.

One evening after working all day to clean out the house I was coming in the kitchen door and as I stood in the kitchen, I was overwhelmed with memories of the home I grew up in. The evening light was streaming through the kitchen and dining room windows and it was so bittersweet. I know life is filled with chapters that close as we get older, but to say goodbye to that home was so hard for me. Even as I write this it makes my heart so very sad to think that I cannot go back to visit him.

I have so many great memories growing up. I thought that house was the best. My backyard was a canyon and I can still hear the sound of the wind blowing through the pines. The ravens playing on the updraft off of the canyon. The thunder as it rolled down the canyon and the smell of the rain after a summer shower.

We never locked our doors. At night, in the summer, I would sleep with my window open (without a screen!) and could hear the coyotes howling. Looking back I wonder if any coyotes got up on their hind legs to peak into my bedroom. That would probably explain the times the dog barked at night…lol