Echoing Memories

My footsteps sound loud on the tile floor and my voice echoes off the bare walls. They moved in here 20 years ago and it has passed quickly. It has been nearly the entirety of my children’s lives.

The dark wood furnishings and oil paintings came from a home up north and they never seemed to quite fit the Florida golf community. They made friends, built new lives in a new place and they made memories.

We visited every year for the holidays. There were beach trips, shopping trips and playing at the pool. Even though the last few months were difficult, it’s the happy times you remember. The things are gone but the memories remain.

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