Moving... and helping someone move in 7 days can take a toll both emotionally and physically. We've had some real highs and lows this week but the good news is that it's almost over. Our hell week is almost over. Today we took a bunch of stuff to a charity yard sale to raise money for The American Cancer Society's Relay for Life. It was good timing because we had a lot of stuff to get rid of, and it was for a good cause. Most of the stuff was crap, but there was one item that had an emotional connection. Our dining room table.
We inherited the table and chairs when we moved into the big house on the dairy. It was old then, but it fit the room and served a purpose. It became significant to us when the people we loved gathered around it. One of the greatest joys we have is sharing a meal with our friends and family. That table hosted most of those dinners. There were only chairs for 6 but we've squeezed as many as 12 around it's perimeter.
We have celebrated victories and questioned losses. We have celebrated birthdays and anniversaries and mourned loved ones. We've enjoyed holidays, worked on science projects and folded clothes... all using the very same table. Sometimes we would sit for hours and hours engrossed in conversation. The table supported us and kept us comfortable while we enjoyed the moments. It's been there through thick and thin.
It was time to say goodbye... and to pass it along to another family that will create their own memories. We all agreed that the buyer seemed nice... but the moment was still bittersweet.