Imagine living for 20+ years in a place you called home. Think of the birthdays celebrated, Christmas trees decorated, presents unwrapped, new year’s countdowns, movie nights and countless other treasured memories made. The time and care put into that house to make it a home is immeasurable. You clean and dust and scour and scrub and sweep, all while thinking to yourself is this ever going end and you begin to hate the “housework”. But it’s your home and your family’s home so you do whatever it takes to keep everything in tiptop shape. Then one day just like that it’s all gone. The physical house is still there but you’re no longer a part of it. It’s left for another family to come in and pick up where you left off; new memories and traditions to be made.
When my brother in law, Tony, died by suicide in 2022 it was like the wind was knocked out of me and sometimes I still feel like I’m trying to catch my breath. I cannot fathom how my sister and her girls mustered the strength to carry on, but they did and still are. It has been a tough few years since that fateful day in November that changed us all forever. Fast forward to spring of 2025 when Margie decided to sell the family home. It was an excruciating decision to be sure but there comes a time when one must do what’s best for themselves and their family. It began with the little things. A few boxes here and there, some packing tape, bubble wrap, sharpies and lots of tears. How do you take everything you’ve accumulated over the years and condense it into a cardboard box to be shuttered away in a storage unit? Let me tell you it was baby steps. A plan was formulated and we all worked bit by bit going from room to room. Each day we’d work our asses off and at night Margie and I would stay at Mom’s house, have a glass of wine or two and come up with the next day’s game plan. Wash, rinse, repeat. In the initial days I felt like I was walking on eggshells. I didn’t want to start in right away gutting the place. I wanted to preserve as much of the home as possible for Margie’s sake, maybe mine too. Seeing the cabinets empty and the walls bare was a stark reminder of what was happening to this so-called life and a place that was often a second home to me. I almost felt like I didn’t want her to know what I was doing even though she was right there beside me packing away dishes, deciding what furniture to keep and where she was going to store it all. As time moved on we started to see progress. My favourite quote I’d always say to Margie when she felt like nothing was getting accomplished was “We’re getting there.” It was often said in jest but I truly meant it; it really was baby steps but progress was being made. There were days when we’d laugh so much that our faces hurt and sometimes we’d piss ourselves. And there were days so challenging we’d throw up our hands and give up before the day was half over. Up, down, up, down, a proverbial roller coaster. Through it all we did come across some amazing treasures and a great trip down memory lane.
























“Each day we’d work our asses off and at night Margie and I would stay at Mom’s house, have a glass of wine or a cold beer and come up with the next day’s game plan.”
I remember when John and I lived in the Goulds. After a number of years the time came when we decided to sell the house and move to Torbay. I had only lived there for a short time but parting with that house really took a toll on me. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love our current home in Torbay but I guess it’s something about your first house that makes it hard to leave. For a long while I couldn’t even drive down the Ruby Line without crying my eyes out. I even had a recurring dream where we would sneak back into the house while the owners were away and “live” there. I remember feeling scared in the dream that they were going to come back and catch us in their house. I’m sure a psychologist would have a lot to say about that but that’s a discussion for another time!
John, Charlotte and I had been to Margie and Tony’s house a gazillion times and knew it well. We knew if we ever needed a place to stay that we would be welcome with open arms. It was tough seeing the home slipping away and becoming just a house. So many amazing memories were made there and we were always grateful for the hospitality that was shown to us whenever we visited. Beer, BBQ’s, snacks and coffee were always in abundance.






















What sustains us and helps us move forward in life is our need for connection. Whether it’s spending time with family or good friends we all yearn to have that bond or attachment to another living being. There were many opportunities over the summer for us to get together with our loved ones even if it was only for a quick visit in some cases. When I look at these next set of photos taken in summer 2025 I can recall the fun we had, the memories made and the joy each of these encounters brought to me, and hopefully to those individuals in the snaps as well!

































As the summer progressed, so did the “downsizing”. Difficult choices had to be made as to what to throw away, sell or keep and put into storage. It was an eyeopening process to be sure. Through it all Margie and the girls stayed strong and persevered to the very end.














The road we travel on takes many twists and turns. Sometimes you’re going along and suddenly you hit a pothole and it just about swallows you whole. Yet, you choose to get back on the road and you have no idea where you’re going. You just need to have faith that everything will work out as it’s supposed to.
I often like to think of Tony as a “curator of memories”, not unlike myself. That’s one thing we had in common. He loved taking pictures of EVERYTHING, as do I! He was interested in genealogy, family ties and relationships. He had a wealth of knowledge about our beloved community of Riverhead and it’s inhabitants. As I was helping Margie sort through photo albums, I was delighted to see some familiar and not-so-familiar faces from long ago as well as some from the recent past. Many I’ve never seen before. See if you can name any!








































The day finally came where we mustered up as many people as we could to clear out the final pieces of furniture and boxes, ready to be placed in storage. When I say “It takes a village” you can be sure truer words were never spoken when it comes to packing up and moving out. It’s that same village that not only does the heavy lifting but also provides a shoulder to lean on, or in some cases, cry on.












Margie and Tony had lilac trees growing in their garden that provided beautiful blooms each summer. Like clockwork, Tony would always pick some for Margie because he knew how much she loved them and she’d display them proudly in a vase by the window. It was a yearly tradition. As I waited in the car for her one day, I watched her pick a few of the blooms herself. We decided to dig up a few smaller lilac plants that surrounded the big tree and plant them in my garden in Torbay. That way she’d still have a connection to the lilac tree. Mind you, the trees in my yard are small but I’m happy to say they are thriving, with the hope and promise of one day being transplanted again to Katelyn and Emily’s own forever homes.


Every time I’d visit Margie’s place this was my favorite view, especially in summer. I’m sure the same could be said by anyone who visited there over the years. Summertime, the yard was filled with birds singing and the sweet smell of grass would pass through the window. You could hear the leaves rustling in the warm breeze. Occasionally you’d hear tires gently crackling over the pebbles on the road as a car slowly drove by. It’s these memories of home that you’ll always carry with you because your heart is where the home is.

Thanks, again to Margie and the family for allowing me to share their story and some of their photos.
Until next time!
Andrea

Another great blog,Andrea ! Home certainly is where the heart is ! I truly loved seeing all the pictures and hearing all the memories from years gone by .It isn’t easy to say goodbye to a place you have lived in for many years but the good thing is that your memories go with you .No one can take your memories from you ….they go with you to your next abode ! Margie and the girls are making new memories now but will always have the memories of their first home. Good luck to all of you in your new “homes “! God Bless !