Home, no more

I have been helping clean out my Mom’s house for a while now. It’s an exhausting job, both physically and mentally. One day while I was there, I saw some mail to the new owner. There wasn’t a Wurster name on the house I grew up in any more. Kind of put things in a completely new perspective. A chapter in my Wurster book is rapidly coming to a close. And a new chapter will begin. The ending of anything is...

End of an era – too soon to come

I had a chance to go to my Mom’s house over the weekend to do some cleaning and such. Every time I visit now it seems to get me really depressed. As I go through our stuff (our memories), I remember growing up. I also have found things that would only be sentimental to me (but I’m sure that each of my brothers has also found things personal to each of them). I found my birth certificate. I found a letter/card...