It is often a matter of perspective. That insight occurred as I drove by the home where my family lived for more than 50 years. It was where my two brothers, sister and I grew up.

On the day when we had cleared the last of the possessions, I took one last walk with my footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor in the quiet house.

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