Today was the day that I would have to go back to my home in Omaha. A little bittersweet to say the least after what we had accomplished over the past several days. Even though we had spent the entire weekend in the house on the farm, it felt as if it were the last time I would do so. But that not being the case (the farm isn't going anywhere, just the people in it.) it was still a strange feeling. I walked through the house and took some additional photos. I know you're all shocked by this. However, an eerie feeling was lingering about in the atmosphere of the house. I felt as though we were abandoning something that was still in need of care. In my inner most thoughts, to me it was as if the house could actually "feel" the fact that we were leaving, or that Dad and Beverly weren't there any longer. I actually felt bad--for the house! Cathy and I stayed there alone the previous night and both of us were snapping pictures. She had one additional night in ND but would be staying in the house in Tioga.
The very empty living room that we all camped out in each night.
The once-upon-a-time piano/organ and computer room. The piano that we all learned to play is now at Cathy's house and the organ is at mine.
One of the bedrooms that I once slept in growing up.
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Ah, how sad to think of it that way: that the house itself is going to miss us all. It was a great place to grow up--and is a great place to return to for holidays and weekends.
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