Our last visit in the big yellow house

a post about moving on before you want to

They’re putting me in a nursing home you know.

My nanny’s words fell from her mouth, hung in the air then drifted away like a child’s sad, red helium balloon waltzing with the wind.

I know.

This was my last visit with my nanny in her big yellow house on the hill.

Even though her home is merely 800 square feet and came on the back of a truck, I have always thought of it as the big yellow house on the hill.

I’ve spent my entire life visiting her in that house.

And now that time is winding down.

She’s been there for well over fifty years. Her time there is coming to an end.

I’m an old woman. I’m going to be dead soon.

What did I reply? What could I reply?

I know. I’ll miss you.

My nanny looked weary and afraid.

I wonder what it’s like to be dead?

Here I had more road to run on.

Well, you said that we’re all just energy and you can’t kill energy. So I imagine that you’ll be everywhere. You already are. Through your time here with your family and this campground, your energy, your work and efforts? The…