Our last day at our home in Oroville, WA was spent moving in a flurry. We had three hired men come and help load the ABF trailer, our sweet neighbor Rosie brought over some cookies, cooked chicken and some apples from our other neighbor Carol. I was so grateful for this as I didn’t want to really take the time to make lunch. When the movers were gone, the house empty and the kids loaded into the SUV and truck, Matthew and I went back in for one last look. I went from room to room and when I got to Benjamin’s room I started to cry. This was my baby boy’s room and I was overcome by emotion. I went to the kids room next door where some of our kids slept but all of the kids had made into their playroom during the day. I wept. It was so very hard to leave because at the moment those rooms signified our children and what they mean to me. As we drove out, Matthew told later that he looked in the mirror and saw the home and prayed and thanked God. I was sobbing in the SUV ahead of him. I am glad we are gone, very grateful. Whenever I refer to something from that house my mouth says the home in Westport… it’s like it skipped over the home. I can’t remember it much and don’t want to. What mattered to me there was our children and our neighbors…. dear, sweet neighbors. It’s so hard to make relationships and leave. You never know what people will mean to you when you meet them but you sure know what they mean to you when you part.
The next morning after spending the night in a hotel, we went to sign at Baines Title and Escrow to be released from the home. We then drove down the 97 to Redmond, Oregon and visit with my mother – Grandma Pam. We had a wonderful time with her that evening and the following day at the park where we spent 4 1/2 hours there.
It was a beautiful day and the kids enjoyed playing while we all chatted and had lunch together.
My mother and I hadn’t seen each other since the year before so it was hard to say goodbye. I cried. We had spent some good time together and I think with us getting older, our relationship means more to us than it ever has. After driving East for a couple of hours, I could see the Three Sisters mountains that she had showed me the day before. I kept seeing them get farther away and felt sad, I felt like we were moving so far from her. It hurt. I kept looking in the mirror at the mountains…. I should have taken a picture.
One of our first stops after leaving Grandma, the kids were running around at this rest stop. An 80 year old man walked out of the restroom and started to run in circles like a kid with the children. He ran and ran, waving his arms for several minutes saying, “Can you imagine that, an 80 year old man running?” He was sweet. It was fun.
The kids still riled up from the funny man. We had a good time. When we got on the road again, I noted that I couldn’t see the Three Sisters Mountains anymore. : (
Then, when we were 3 hours out of Idaho we came across this park. A good place to eat and stretch our legs. The fountain of youth must be in Oregon… look at the older man climbing the ladder to the slide.
Look at him sliding down… I felt free to be gone from our home, it didn’t seem real but oh, it was. And it was such a joy to see these older men having such a good time. What a delight!
Benjamin’s eyes are read from not taking his normal naps. Poor baby…
Next post on our arrival to Kansas…