I found this on the wall of an estate sale. I bought it as a memorial to the owner. I knew the her well, So did my parents. They lived next to her for years and years.
It was depressing. To see a thousand small circle price tags on everything she (and her husband) owned. All for sale. Everything everywhere, all or it... Even a opened jar of viniger had a price tag.
I suppose these events are easier when you never knew the person who owned and used the items. You haven't physical seen them enjoying them while they were with us.
But I did know her and so did my family. So it was hard to see other people buy these items and walk away with them. Taking them away from their home.
I get that this is life. People leave us and life must move on. At least they can not buy the memories. Those are not for sale.
I might go back tomorrow. One last look before new owners buy and replace everything to their new standards and styles. Before they become the new neighbors and not our neighbors.
I could be wrong. But It's hard to see any one else sitting on the deck waving and smiling. It's hard to see everyone I grew up with pass away.
Buts that's life.
Memento Mori , Memento vivere
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