I imagine there was, at one time, a house amidst this grove of trees. Every time I drive by this spot, I am struck by the impermanence of things. People move on or die; houses fall into disrepair and are sold or torn down.
So many changes.
This year we moved Mom to a long-term care facility. We sold the house where my sisters and I grew up, the only home my mother knew. I struggled so hard against these changes, trying to fix the situation. Feeling guilty for wanting to claim my life as my own.
Everything is not going to be “okay,” but I can trust change, realizing that wherever there is darkness there will surely be light, too.