I went to an estate sale today. It was next door to the house I grew up in on Gilbert Street. The lady who owned the house had so much to do with my life. Helen had been my Campfire Girl lead leader, she did the decorating for the reception for my wedding and I babysat her son more times than I can count. Helen passed away about a year ago, so it wasn't like this was a fresh set of feelings.
Outside of the fact that I recognized some items, the house didn't feel like hers anymore. I was able to buy a piece of pottery as a memento which I am glad about. I just am feeling the reality of getting older right now. It happens to everyone, but you don't always like to be reminded.