Things Change

Last week, my dh helped his parents move from the home they've lived in since 1965. They are downsizing and moving to a new home in St. Marks. They'll be closer to Granny's daughter...who spends a lot of time taking care of her. Can you imagine how much 'stuff' you can accumulate over 43 years? It's not pretty.

This is Granny. Actually, this is dh's step-mother. He was pretty much grown when she and his dad married. If you can picture "Granny Clampett" from the Beverly Hillbillies, you've got a really good picture of our Granny. She's tiny, she's fiesty and raised in Wakulla County. Need I say more?


This is PaPa (Or Pee-Paw, as other grandkids call him). He still works every weekend at his carpet/rug store at the Flea Market. Looking back at pictures over the last 25+ years of our marriage, I get a really good picture of what dh is going to look like in our coming years. He and his dad look a LOT alike! He's in remarkably good health for almost 80 and having been a heavy smoker for most of his adult life.

If any of you have had to deal with aging parents, you can feel the pain that up-rooting causes them. The good things that can come of making the move are often outweighed by the fear of change and the feelings of loss involved.

Thankfully, dh's parents seem to be handling the change well. Say a prayer for them today as they adjust to a new house, new neighborhood, new neighbors and not having all the memories surrounding them. They'll probably do fine without all the 'stuff'...as would we all!